“It will make it easier for Sally to spank you.” After I did so, Jill took my shoes, slacks and underwear and placed them far away, on the kitchen...counter. I hadn’t really noticed what Sally was wearing until now. As I looked at the lap I was about to go over, she was wearing a pretty blue short skirt, a pink blouse, and pantyhose. Sally pulled back her skirt and said, “Come over my lap.” My penis actually felt good between her thighs that were covered with nylon. Jill had stood up from the. It’d be like a race car traveling extremely fast meeting a solid stationary telephone pole, something David and Alice had watched on the internet once. The car, a specially designed vehicle with a jet engine racing through the salt flats at a phenomenal speed, was undamaged, but the force of the impact caused the telephone pole to disintegrate, blown into a thousand small pieces. Of course, it was probably a specially designed vehicle, as a typical car wouldn’t likely respond like that, but the. What she did next was unbelievable. Jill lowered her head to my crotch and began to take my large, meaty member into her warm moist mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and moved her lips up and down my shaft like a piston. Man, did my sister ever know how to suck a guy off! Not to be outdone by someone 3 years younger than I, I grabbed her ass and pulled it toward me. Her pussy was still dripping wet from me fingering her to orgasm and her juices were dripping onto my lips. I. I’m still a bit unsettled. Just my brain, working things out.”“OK, if you’re sure.”“Positive. What’s for breakfast.”“I don’t know,” François said, as he read the instructions.“Let me guess. Bannock.”“Yeah, how did you know.”“Cause I hate it. Hard to make, hard to eat. Makes a mess.”He passed the instructions to Suzanne, who, in turn, gave them to Tay. He swore, in French and both François and I laughed at his reaction.“What did he say?” Cassie asked.“Shit, only more colorfully,” I said. “I.