“Now?” I whispered.“Yes,” she answered. I rolled back to my back and tugged at her. She got the message and in a moment was sitting straddling... my thighs, holding my cock in her hands. She sat there for a minute, looking down at what she held, stroking slightly to make sure I was hard. Then she rose up and positioned me at her entrance and slowly sank down. Hot. Wet. Slippery. Tight. All the usual descriptions applied but the intensity expressed on her face made everything else seem irrelevant.. The woman slowly and deliberately worked her finger into Angel’s vagina. The sensations being sent to Angel’s racked brain were almost overwhelming. If she didn’t cum soon, she felt she would scream. But all the while Lita worked her finger in the girl, she was very careful to not push the girl over the edge. Angel was still being teased to a higher and higher level of desire as each second passed. Angel was now openly moaning at the sensations she was feeling. Her head would bow down and then. That done, Hansel let Gretel remove his duds until they were both naked as the day they were born.Hansel said to his sister, "Wow! I can see why the old hag wanted us. You DO look good eough to eat!"Gretel confirmed the reciprocal state.Together, they opened the oven that seemed larger than it did before because it could still accomodate the both of them inside it.For some strange reason, Gretel wanted to feel what it was like inside the oven and Hansel giddily helped her climb in.As she tried. Nothing. Fuck it, I thought. We kissed anyways, in a big embrace: our lips locking, our tongues in each other's mouths. I could taste the mint breath mint in her mouth and smell her wonderfully-fragrant perfume, it smelled like flowers. Our hands explored each other's bodies over our clothes. Then we decided to finish this inside, so I opened the door and we stepped in.And boom! We almost walked right into my Daddy! He was standing there at the front door in nothing but a bath towel around his.