He grabbed both my braids, clutching them as my mouth bobbed on his dick, the phylactery swinging between my tits. “Pater’s cock, but you’re jus...t hungry for it, sister dear.”So hungry for it.I sucked and slurped on his shaft. Saliva dribbled down my chin as I loved his cock. My head twisted from side to side. My tongue fluttered around his shaft. I buffed his dick clean by sucking harder and harder on him. My hands gripped his muscular thighs, my fingers digging into his flesh.My pussy clenched. In 1900, Detroit had a population of almost two hundred ninety thousand. Ten years? ... four hundred sixty-five thousand, and ten years after that? ... a buck and a quarter shy of a million.By 1930? ... one and a half million ... they built cars. Predominately poor southern white trash making so much money ... they bought yards full of pink flamingoes and called it class. Detroit had more country and western playing bands than Nashville ... and the bars to play it in. And it was bright lights,. My pussy is suddenly soaking wet - the dildo vibrations tantalising my senses - can I cum from such light clitoral stimulation?She licks my ear then bites the back of my neck - there are now four hands trying to rip my tits off - this can't last. From behind, a second much larger cock enters my arse - I scream "Fuck" into Ami's mouth. She just smiles and watches me cumming, only letting up the tit fondling when her twin withdraws."Wow - I needed that" I manage between gasping lungfuls of air. We both laughed about how cold I was and how warm she was. I warmed them up and from time to time would ask her if they were getting warmer but placing them on her legs or arms and just getting her comfortable with contact from me. After a while the house began to warm up and we were all getting buzzed. A couple of beers from me and the ladies were opening their second bottle of whine. The daughter was now on the floor in front of the fire but the adults were still under the blankets. As.