She spread her labia apart and let the shower run on her clit. Susan closed her eyes, rested her head against the wall, and thought about the man with...the giant organ sleeping in the next room. Her orgasm was so intense her knees buckled and she slid down the shower wall. After, while drying off she found she still could not get that image out of her head. She again slipped her fingers to her special spot to coax out another climax yet to no avail as she still had her uncle on her mind. There. We always joked that mom and dad were part rabbit. We were born ten months apart. Neither one of us was popular in school. We didn’t do sports, dances, or hang out with the rest of the crowd. Sis was five foot six and just a tiny bit heavy. Not fat, just not a twig. She weighed around130 pounds. Her jet black hair hung down to her shoulders. I was five foot seven and weighed about 135 pounds. My hair was short and light brown. We both wore glasses. Neither one of us would win a beauty. Jerry whimpered at the sensations.Margot nursed with pleasure. Her cheeks sank in as she sucked and billowed out as she blew tenderly down his looming cockshaft, as if she were inflating his balls.Her lips peeled outward as they collared his thick prickshaft.Her drool washed down his cock, shot through with streaks of creamy pre-cum, like some creamy sauce blended into a melting lollipop.Holding only his cockhead in her lips, she twisted her dark head, winding her mouth around on his cock-knob. Some boys were getting eighteen and even twenty-four strokes. How they howled and screamed, and I am afraid we loved it, so exciting! Then on one occasion, Miss Isobel had finished giving twelve strokes, and this boy shouted at the end that we were a couple of fucking bitches and we should be locked up. Miss Isobel was livid! She pulled down the boy’s shorts and started flaying him with the cane. One stroke after another! He screamed out, Harder! HARDER! Imagine our surprise when we saw his.