I swear it was like it breathed a sigh of relief. One of the things I have discovered that I love about exhibitionism is the simple feeling of the bre...ze blowing across the bare skin of my cock. It is so much of a turn on, just thinking about it can make me hard. Sarah reached across with her free hand and immediately started stroking me. She would use feather light touches followed by a good hard squeeze. It was like she was milking me at times. Squeezing hard at the base and slowly squeezing. She enjoyed every second of it, even if the analingus put shivers up her spine and made her very wet. She tried not to get too into it right then, but it was impossible to focus on the news, even the international kind, as her nephew’s tongue slid along her crack to taste and kiss her puckered hole. Maurice certainly knew his way around her ass and he obviously enjoyed pleasuring her that way, much to her delight. Yes, she could get used to having her bottom licked that way, whatever else she. We went with tight shorts that made our butts look amazing and then tank tops pulled over our round breasts. We weren’t wearing any bra or panties. We tied back our brassy hair with scrunchies, pink for me and purple for her, and then we headed out of the room.We washed our faces off in the bathroom, and I sucked the sour taste of my sister’s asshole off my digit, before we headed downstairs. Mom was puttering around cleaning while the lawnmower growled to life in the backyard.My sister and I. Do I pass the exam?”“Full marks.”“And what do you do?”“English landscape painting. Wilson, Gainsborough, Girtin. So I read eighteenth and nineteenth century novels, too. I teach at ANU.”“Really. That’s fascinating. My daughter-in-law wants to do a doctorate on the Australian landscape. She’s at Sydney and working at the Gallery.”“Oh! I’ve met her. Rebecca. She works for Winnie.”“Close, but no cigar. Rachel. What are you doing here?”“I’m on a term’s leave. So, I’m free till February. And.