”“What’s wrong?” Zera stood up and stretched. Her perky tits were tiny but they had his attention. Zera was self conscious shoulder to shoulde...r with Tamara. That was more about kneeling and accepting. She was standing and acting now. That took more backbone. “You fuck up with me?”“I fucked up with everyone.” He was brushing his fingers through Tamara’s hair. “I’m glad you’re hot, but this was just proof of concept. I don’t think I would’ve picked you if it hadn’t been--”“Easy?” Tamara. " She's ten, Ray, want me to see if she'd like to double with us the next time we all want to go out?"After we dropped Ellen off and we were driving home, Ray was full of questions about the things I allowed Ellen to say. I explained that Ellen said the things she said as a game, and it wasn't my place to allow it or not. It was one of the things that I loved most about her, the contrast between what she would say and how she really thought. Ray got quiet and was thinking about what he'd seen. ." Mmmm. You tied four limbs. I deserve more than one kiss." Mmmm ... Mmm ... Mmmmm. That's four. But, since you're tied up and helpless, I can get what I want. Mmmmmm." Well, since I'm helpless, I suppose I'll have to keep giving you kisses." Don't exert yourself on my account. Your mouth is lovely, but there is so much more of you to kiss. Mmm." Pete! That tickles." Jill's left side is ticklish. I'll make note of that. Let's see about her right side." Don't! That's ticklish too. Oh!" Both. Erection? I had not even realised I had one.We sank to the floor. Of all the rooms in the house we chose the kitchen, the one room that had no carpet, only a cold, hard, unyielding, ceramic floor. She was now on her back on this unforgiving surface, her skirt hooked up on something, her femininity fully on show. I positioned myself so that I could kiss her sweet little box, could kiss her opening, could lick her cleft, could suck her clitoris, could bring her relief, and in so doing, atone for.