I knocked and leant against the door woodwork."My goodness Thomas, what is wrong?" She said opening the door and finding me propped up against her doo...."Sorry I can't drive any more, I need somewhere to lie down. I guess I drunk too much," I slurred out. I can clearly remember saying these words."Come in I can't have you driving up the rest of the way home, you'll kill yourself on that road." She took me into her spare downstairs bedroom and lay me on the bed. That was the last I remembered.I. Emma was at least lesbian but probably bi-sexual, all though she did put up a fight with Jeremy last weekend?. Maybe just lesbian? I was as straight as they come - except that I was starting to like sucking dicks (but still straight! - Don’t fucking forget that - I am straight!).Friday nights was always ‘Game night’ in our house, if we didn’t have other plans. This Friday night was Monopoly and Fondue. I set a canister (with the new/tweaked batch RP363) in the living room vent and was only. The way she had cradled his head to them as she comforted him seemed a long time ago. So did the way, in their late teens, he would continually stare at them, hypnotised by her twin delights. That was not all, of course, and she gave a soft sigh as she hurriedly put to the back of her mind the other things that had happened between them. It took some time to greet all the slaves and staff, particularly nanny Goldie who had looked after both of them when they were young. Then they met with. Rick stood up on the couch beside them, allowing Dena to pump him while she rode his cousin. She pulled him by the dick until he was close enough that she could stick him back in her mouth. His head rolled back and his hands ran through her shoulder-length black hair as she orally pleasured him once again. As she bounced up and down on Travis, she started deepthroating Rick’s long cock, taking in most of his length at a time. Before long I could see copious amounts of sticky saliva coating.