‘Ah…where’s the toilets?’ ‘Round the back.’ She got up. He did also. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m coming with you.’ She stared at ...him. ‘It’s dark back there, you never know who you could run into.’ She nodded, and allowed him to walk with me. Fortunately the line wasn’t that long, though she found waiting five minutes at this time was perhaps the hardest thing she had ever done. As she exited she felt suddenly a lot better, and looking around for Rob she found him in the lounge room of Alex’s. "By the way, do we have any stories in our families of witches or seers?" What a curious thing to ask! No, I don't think so. As far as I recall, all of my ancestors were solid craftsmen or homemakers. Not a witch among them. Why the question?" Well, I've been reading an old journal recently. It's more than 150 years old. The stories say the author had some special vision that allowed him to find buried sites. I was wondering if there were any such legends in my family." I never heard of any.. My pussy aching, my sister and I licked the tip of his cock, swirling about his crown. His precum leaked out salty, coating our tongues and lips. We nuzzled at his cock, moaning, Vicky’s hand stroking his dick, mine playing with his balls.The exam table creaked more, the paper covering it, crinkling and tearing as Melody played with herself. She moaned, breathy and excited. I knew she watched us pleasure her brother, her man, her king.I stared up at my strong son, loving the domination in his. He guided it down, and spread her lips.He was gentle this time as well. At least at first, slowly workinghimself in and out. She could feel him pressing against her cervix athis deepest. It was an oddly pleasurable sensation, somewhat like anitch being scratched deep inside her. She picked up the vibrator andpressed it between her legs, hitting her clit. Wondered if her neighborscould see them through the window. That sounded hot. Old Mr. Carrutherslooking over, maybe, seeing her being taken.