" You hold still and whimper softly. "Don't move. Slide them slowly out." You tremble as you do. "Good girl. I want you to pinch your nipple with your... wet fingers." Which one?" you ask, your hand floating in mid-air."This one," I say, flicking it with my pointed finger. You bring your fingers to your nipple and grasp it tightly. Your mouth opens and your eyes close. Your head falls back. "So pretty." I take your wrist in my hand, dragging your fingers from your nipple, bringing them to my. She twitched when I put my hand on her shoulder."Oh, Peter," she said, turning to me with a smile. "I didn't hear you. You gave me quite a firght." No, Mom, not Peter," I said. Peter was my Dad's name. "It's me. Mark. Your son." Mark?" she said, voice wavering. The look of confusion in her eyes almost made me want to weep. Mom was once a good looking woman, back in her youth. Before Dad. Now she looked tired. Not old, not really. Not like she was actually pushing fifty. She'd. Karl turned, strode over to me. "A word. in private."We returned to my room where Karl admitted that a peaceful solution was for the best, but, his youngest brother Dieter, had no experience with women. What could they do? Wilhelm was a very strong-minded man, and probably needed a woman to act subserviently."How about matching my older sister with your youngest brother. Ariadne needs a man to accept her proclivity for women. Would Deiter be able to do that? Arethusa, being inexperienced,. He looked at her with lustful eyes. His eyes moved up and down her body checking out every detail and stopping to rest on her creamy mounds pushed up out of her shirt. She could tell that it had been a while since he was last with a woman. His face was tanned and sexy but yet serious and concerning. His hair wavy across his head. She wished that she could run her fingers through it, but resisted the temptation. He told her how beautiful he thought she was, as she blushed at his compliment. He.