It was just that Sylvia could be so... lewd. As soon as he heard the sharp tone in his mistress' voice, Hans looked up sheepishly, drawing his nose ou...t from under Sylvia's skirt."Oh, come on, boys will be boys," Sylvia said languidly. But I must say, I haven't had that quick a pass thrown at me since the night that New York actor stuck his hand... but never mind. Anyhow, I have to go back to my little house and get ready for a trip into the city. Time to recharge my libidinal batteries. After. ” I said in disbelief. “Trust me. Just smell.” I don't know what made me smell her fingers. It's silly when I think about it but I'm glad that I did. Her fingers smelled sweet,mapley! Not like pussy, like nectar. “ What is that? Are you wearing lotion?” She just smiled and said ,”No that's me. If you don't believe me, sniff me yourself.” Before I knew it, I had my head between her legs sniffing her sweet puss. “ Go ahead and taste. Trust me I taste as good as I smell.” Except. I started to calm down and breathe normally. He removed his mouth from me and moved up until we were face to face. I could feel his hard dick trying to find the entrance to my pussy."Dad, No. Please, please. Don't do this!" He put both hands on my face and kissed me, pushing his tongue between my lips. I clenched my teeth and he ran his tongue around between my lips and my teeth. I tried shaking my head and he just held me more firmly. I could taste the whiskey on his breath.He quit trying to. However, we did get a chance to dress again some two months later.After the wedding, my cousin Peter returned home, and we could only keep in touch by writing to each other, which we did regularly, always referring to each other as Anna and Alice.I did manage to see the photographs of the wedding, and gazed enraptured at the sight of us both as pretty girls in our satin dresses. The memory remained clearly in my mind, and each night I returned in my dreams, once again floating in a cloud of.