All eyes were on my cock. Being embarrassed, my cock lost its tightness and became flaccid. Teju dropped wine from my shoulders towards my dick. And n...w there was no stopping these hotties. My sister did not oppose to any of these. It was like she had planned to get me fucked by them. Neetu held my cock and started pressing it. Pinku and Teju were massaging my chest. My sister made way for Pinku as she sat next to me on left and started licking my neck. Teju pulled my head backwards and kissed. "If this is to be the last time you enter as head of your house, I would be proud to escort you to your seat. I seem to recall that you were second in seniority behind the not-so-dearly departed Lord Esselrig. That would make you first now." A dubious honor, I can assure you," she laughed. "It means that I am older than dirt itself." Why, you're not even as old as Lady DeStrad," Jorgarn joked. "Do you mean to suggest she was around before dirt?" I believe, dear boy, Lady DeStrad created dirt,". I can tell he is lost in the moment, his fantasy so close he can taste it. And taste it he shall. I tell him to go for it, to bend over and actually take that dick in his mouth. He looks at me with a look of love and lust in his eyes, and says, “No, honey, you first. Show me how”. Now is my moment of truth – can I actually go through with this? Can I actually perform this act on a stranger, the same act that I have lovingly performed on my husband so many times over the years? I look at. The wall you fell against scratched with old chalk the last hopes of ever saving the gown for another night. You did not care. His tongue danced with yours, in the music of the city's screams. His caresses climbed along your neck, your thighs... Your teeth ripped against skin, with abandon and mad happiness. No one ever knew what was the spark that lit it all. A forgotten candle, a Molotov cocktail or new found love. The city was aflame. It burned and burned, with cleansing desire.The caresses.