Squeezing and squeezing you into such a fantastic feminine hourglass shape. Now that it's padlocked onto you I'll have to try and remember where I lef...t the key.How about these nice shoulder length gloves? Long and stretchy from your finger tips right the way up to your shoulder. Clinging and gripping you like a second skin, shiny and smooth, glossed in the brightest of scarlet. First the right arm and now the left, lovely isn't it darling? I can tell you like it you know and not just from your. Quite the opposite, in fact. Though she was two years older, she had always tried to include me in whatever she was doing when we were younger. We rarely fought, and even as we got older, she often found time to spend with me.It would have all been perfect except for one little problem. Somewhere along the line, between how nice she was to me, the way she dressed and acted around me, and my less than stellar social life, I'd developed decidedly un-brotherly feelings for my strawberry-blonde. With that description, I was in. She straddled me and lowered her vulva over mine. The moment our pussy lips locked, it was magic. Her lips were in between mine, and mine were jn between hers. She began to grind her hips back and forth, giving my cunt a lap dance. Our juices squished and slurped as we tribbed on the massage bed. The pressure of her being on top was amazing, and the juice flowing from her vagina electrified my clit. Feeling her lips run, slippery, back and forth in between mine. To my surprise, my mother even contributed a dish. At dinner it really became funny. Over cognac, I became totally lost as a heated conversation about computers and software — debate? — developed among ML, Jean, Tina, Sandy and Susan. Most of the time I didn’t have the foggiest idea what they were even talking about. Yet both Mother and Kris listened with great interest — and apparent understanding — while Dad, Liz and I were just utterly lost. At that point the three of us began our own.