” Her fingertips swirled over the freckles, almost like she was following a map before sliding the lacey black bra strap from my shoulder.I reached ...behind and unclasped my bra, letting her slide it from my arms. The two marshmallow pink tips were rock hard, even before the cool air hit them. I saw her lick her lips, her eyes looked up, holding my gaze as she ran her carefully manicured hand over my breast. The thumb brushed the dimples on the areola. I couldn't have stopped the groan escaping. ”Beth leaned forward and gave Logan a quick peck on the lips, before removing her panties and pulling his face into her pussy. Beth closed her eyes and let herself relax to Logan’s active tongue. He wondered how in the hell his little sister had learned to be such an experienced lover. He had no way of knowing she had been with only a few lovers before him, but she had choreographed these moves in her head ever since she first dreamed of having sex with her big brother.Logan didn’t have much. Berryl answered the call and apologetically brought him up to date and then told him of the idea of the fax machine; he understood immediately the significance and admitted Bill Oscar and he had been wracking their brains on how to get documents transmitted. Berryl raised the point that using dated documents would raise questions of the timeliness thereof and expose the FTL secret. They were talking the idea back and forth and Ivy walked in to be told her Da was on the com. Naturally, she spoke. ‘Come in,’ she beckoned with a flick of her head, resisting the urge to kiss him in greeting, ‘I just need to grab shoes, then we can go.’ David correctly read the look in her eye and he gave her a little devilish smirk as he tucked his hands in his pockets and strolled into her living room. ‘Mmhm,’ he toned softly watching her. She spun around and headed back to her room mentally choosing a pair of shoes from her closet, expecting David to wait in living room. Instead, she heard his voice.