...naughty," Sue said. "And it's exciting. I saw your cock get hard when you were looking at my pussy at the lake." It looked so tasty," Robert said."...Why didn't you taste it then?" Sue laughed."What do you think your mom would say to that?" Robert laughed. "She'd probably make me taste hers too." Would you?" Sue asked. "Suck my mom's pussy?" Sure, if you don't mind, of course. She's beautiful. And she shaves her pussy. I'd like to taste a shaved pussy." I'll shave my pussy," Sue said, lifting. She was so embarrassed at being so intimately exposed, here before her favorite person in the world, Uncle Jim, who had always been almost like a father and who had just saved her life. Chills and flames were shooting through her at the same time as she felt his hand on the small of her back, bending her forward so that his tongue could curl up between her legs and lave her tingling clitoris. She felt her insides loosen with a gush of her lubricant, which flowed down over his appreciative. "Wow. Sorry Harry, I forgot to warn you that old Firewhiskeys may taste smooth, but they literally have a fiery kick to them." With that she took another sip. Harry did likewise." ... and another thing," the young witch had, by now, finished off a few glasses of the spirit, "what goes from Platform nine and three quarters during the rest of the year? Are there any other trains? It seems at bit of a waste to have this whole extra station, with who knows how many platforms, and for there to be. Minkus, to choose a dissertation topic for her. She still worked frequently with Jason and Valerie, although individual pursuits were beginning to take precedence over group ones.It was Saturday, which was Date Night for the two of us. In keeping with the stereotype of the boring married couple, we were parked in front of the television. Of course, it wasn't just any TV program that we were tuned in to. It was Game Six of the World Series, must-see TV for two baseball nuts like my wife and.