. or was it the lankiness ofhim, as her brother had been ... Yes, that was it! God, he evenresembled her brother in his younger incestuous years. That...was the cruxof it all! He was the image of her brother ... the first male she hadever made love to, a night she could recall vividly after all theseyears; she had been fourteen at the time, but there had been manyoccasions ... then he had fallen in love with some blonde bitch and thatput an end to her incestuous career ... just as the little. I don’t remember much else that she said. She pushed me back to my room and had an orderly help her get me back into bed. I don’t remember if they said anything or not at that point nor do I recall if I did. My only thought was that I had to find Sally because she needed me. When they left, they took the chair with them. That only slowed me down. I was determined to find Sally so I again got myself out of bed, only this time I just lowered myself to the floor and crawled to the door. I got it. He rubbed bitterly at the black marker Xs that would surely end up stamped somewhere on his face the next morning. Kesha remixes boomed through the speakers and neon lights flashed across the mass of bodies grinding on each other on the dance floor. It was already a little hot in here but I didn't mind it much. Tanner did his usual of mingling with the groups of lesbians that he had befriended over the last few months and I quietly excused myself to get a drink. After ordering and downing a. Charlotte felt Fiona’s tongue push inside her, flicking at her entrance. Fiona’s hands moved over Charlotte’s ass, massaging the two cheeks, spreading them wide then pushing them together. As Fiona gripped her ass cheeks, her thumbs pulled her pussy lips wide open. Charlotte felt Fiona’s tongue moving all over, slurping at the juices that were pouring out of her. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once; on her clit, then poking at her pussy entrance, then flicking at the folds of her lips,.