Jillybrought them in with his usual formality, then returned to the kitchento prepare a salad to go with the quiche. He was interrupted by hiswife's l...ittle bell."Miss Colby is staying for dinner, Jilly, neither of us will require aheavy meal but we will have it in the dining room."He placed a part baked French stick in the oven, and quickly laid out acheese board with assorted biscuits for after. He laid the extra placeat the table, with wine and water glasses, poured the iced water, andmoved. . . are you upset that I sucked your friends’ cocks but I didn’t suck yours? You’ve never had a blowjob, have you?” He shrugged, too embarrassed to answer. “You deserve one after today,” she said. He watched as his sister took his middle finger into her mouth and sucked on it. She closed her eyes, serious and sensual; she moved her mouth wetly up and down his finger. A bird chirped from the top of the stands. She smiled at him, “Did you like that?” He nodded, wordless. “Would you like to feel. "Follow me to the garage, Charles," she said as she led the way around the house. "Is it okay if I call you Charles?" "Charles is okay, but my friends all call me Chas. I kinda like it better than Charles, Mrs. Jackson. Charles is kinda dorky, but Chas sounds a lot cooler." Carol looked at me and smiled. "Then Chas it shall be, but you can't call me Mrs. Jackson. To begin with, I've never been married and have no plans to ever marry. All of my friends call me Carol, so I think you should as. "But then they often still destroy themselves after the deed is done. There are many lenods to that effect actually." She nuzzled her cheek onto his palm, and then turned her head slightly and kissed it. "You know pain like that, though, don't you?"He shook his head. "Not truly, no," he said, using his thumb to wipe the tears from her cheek as they fell. "My wife passed in her sleep with no warning of it happening. She was hale and happy, and we even had made love that night. When I awoke, she.