Neither have I. I know you’re a person who looks and finds pattern and meaning in all things. What then does this dream mean? Please tell me. How do... you interpret it? I tell you all about it over and over but you somehow manage to shrug it off every time. Yet my eyes barely close and I smell your luscious female heat as my mind pictures your dark weeping cave. Sometimes it’s very hairy with your natural juices making the thick dark pad of hair all moist and sticky and tantalizingly fragrant.. "The venerable woman clucked her tongue. "Part of your training, dear. You should always have at least some mental shields up. Few of those who practice the darker arts would be considerate enough to ask first." But," the lady sighed as she continued, "magic wasn't even really necessary to read *that* thought. It was so obvious on your face that anyone could have picked it up... even with 'plain vanilla-normal' senses." But why are things so quiet?" Dear, this is beyond even my ken." The woman. "How do you feel?" I asked."I'm good babe you?" Fantastic thanks. That was amazing! Do you feel guilty though?" Well yeah your my brother Ryan. What we're doing is wrong. But I have always found you attractive and It feels good, almost right." But it's not right is it. What would happen if mum and dad found out. We'd be disowned and the police would get involved" Then we can keep it our little secret. If you want that?" I do, I really like you Helen" Then shh and kiss me"With that we started. I leaned forward and touched it with my tongue. She jumped and fluid started to drip out of her hole. Over the next five minutes, I got better and better at eating her pussy and I really enjoyed doing it. I brought her to two climaxes. Each time, she pulled my face tightly to her crotch and rocked her hips against my face while trying to hold back a scream. Her pussy juices would flood and I would lick them up. I loved the taste. Sometimes she made it hard for me to breath.Finally she let.