Come here!”Suddenly I had a mental picture, the perfect one in fact, Fern and the sisters fucking me surrounded by others. We were. It’s hard to i...magine being fucked by a goddess like one of the sisters but I noted all the party goers were focused intently in their stupor as I’m sure we all experienced the sex vicariously, utterly exploding gizem.That’s it. It was the same as the fucking shared by all just like the sisters shared back at the dairy each and every time one of them did me.Fern and. And all the more exciting.I took my time as I looked over my body, trying to tell myself that itwasn't Aunt Elyse's body... that I just happened to look like her. Itmade it seem just a little less strange, though not by much. I slowlyran my hands over my body, probably touching nearly every inch of skinon my body. It was so soft and sensitive compared to my normal skin.My hands went to my chest... to my breasts. They were nice firm andround, probably around a large C cup or even a small D, with. She was always clad in the finest clothes available and looked like a princess. Not surprisingly she was the envy of most kids back then including me. I mean here I was an orphan studying in a boarding school, yet she was living in this huge house that looked more like a palace and with a father that loved her so much. At that tender age I was too young to notice that my uncle Raj was almost never around her and she in her own way missed her parents just as much as I missed mine. As the years. “I’m a very lucky girl,” she added moving her hips back and forth a few times.Her pussy felt hot and wet against my now hard pole and she lifted her hips enough to let it easily slip inside. She was hot and wet, and it felt magnificent on my cock and I groaned in pleasure as she began riding me, her breasts swaying ever so slightly above my face.She leaned over and kissed me, and her hair softly fell on my face. I love it when her hair caresses my face, but this time I could smell a sweet.