This time it was Isabel whispering to me that she wanted to repay me for all of my help. I told her that there was no need. She kept it up until I tol...d her that I had been repaid enough already. I was referring to them in the kitchen and on the bear skin rug but she assumed that I had fucked her mother and said that she was much better. When I told her that I doubted it, she said that her father always says that she is better than her mother in bed. So in no uncertain words I told Isabel that. He required no further encouragement, and soon had her blouse flapping open, her bra pulled down under her breasts and his mouth sucking on her nipples. His beard and moustache brushed roughly against the rest of her boobs, sending shivers through her body. As he shifted his attention to the second tit Red-Cap could feel her nipples erect, and her clit was itching for some attention, so after less than a minute she put her hands on his head and pushed down at the same time as she walked. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.But the stranger ... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the. I couldn’t help but watch closely as she licked the back of her left hand slowly drawing out the motion before she carefully sprinkled the salt over the wet flesh. Lifting the shot to her lips she was staring into my eyes, compelling me to keep watching, she slammed the shot. Taking her time to lick up the salt before she sucked temptingly on the wedge of lime. I couldn’t suppress the low growl from deep in my chest from watching her perform a Tequila shot. We nuzzled each others cheek under.