I walk through the stores and see the decorations and they take me back to a time when my home was full of joy. Every Christmas Eve was the same. Ther... would be a scent of spice in the air when I came home from work. I would be greeted at the door by my adorable daughters running up to hug me. Going into the kitchen to find my wife wearing an elf hat and an apron while she made cookies for the children to leave out for Santa was my favorite memory of her and it would be the memory my mind. Good night," Eloise politely excused herself."Good night, Eloise."The Maestro tried to push the thought of Isabeau's slender, young body out of his thoughts as he made his way up the spiral staircase to her room. His cock twitched at the thought of seeing Isabeau dressed in a tight, white sweatshirt that barely covered her round, firm young ass. She never wore panties to bed. When she became frightened her nipples would harden and poke through the thin cotton. Isabeau wouldn’t cover herself or. Mom never got any more k**s than me. Until I was 10 years I hardly never met Jenny and Brian so I always referred to them as my "half siblings". But as the years went by I established better contact with both my dad and my "half siblings". As we all got older the difference in maturity and all of that got smaller and we all started to enjoy hanging out with each other as really good friends. I think I was about 23 when I started to realize that my sister Jenny, at then 15 years of age was. “So have you ever kissed a cock before me Amy?” She shook her head no, as she ran her thumb back and forth across the head of my cock. “Well, would you like a quick lesson?” I asked as I caressed her back. “What do you want me to do Sam?” “Well, touching it with your hands feels nice already, but your mouth would feel a lot better. Treat it like a warm Popsicle, kiss around the head , lick it if you like, just no biting!” I joked as she moved her head closer to my groin. She was silent.