” The feel of her hand stroking my cock combined with the images her words were conjuring up had the desired effect on me. And she noticed. She paus...d talking long enough to lean over and lick on my nipples and then she resumed her narrative. “Last night I was teasing him and he decided to teach me a lesson. He is pretty straight forward. When he shows up he is ready to go.” “So after a while, he simply stripped my clothes off and got naked himself.” “He made sure I was wet and then he got. Realising that at some point during the night (or was that day, I couldn’t seem to recall any longer) one of my hands had become free, I used it to blindly search out the side of your face. Any movement I was about to make came to a startling stand-still as someone’s applause rang out from near the doorway. With sudden fear I went to tear the blindfold away from my eyes to see who was there, only to be stopped by your frantic dive for my hand. ‘Don’t. Trust me, you do not want to see that. He said something like that once. Two of the girls had suggested that the age of consent was, or should be, optional. That a girl that could say yes should be allowed to have sex, whatever age she was. He wanted to agree, but could see problems.“Maybe there should be a test.”“A sex test? Twenty questions to see if you know what cunnilingus is and would be happy with it?”It was an interesting debate to have, and one that none of them would have had with their partners or family; but this. I want you. Need you. Love you. We all love you. Look at the love. Mother and daughter. All of us. Love. Love us. Together. Forever."Susan's words had turned into more of a chant. The exact words she said didn't matter much, as it became more of a nearly inaudible stream of consciousness. It seemed like her words and rhythmic titfucking were putting Alan into a sort of trance while he watched Suzanne and Amy, completely transfixed by their lesbian lust.But those words were having an effect. He.