Father was the manager of a pot bank at a local china factory in Stoke on Trent where we lived and mother ran a small grocery shop which we lived abov...e. Father died of a heart attack at the breakfast table when I was 16. I was studying for my school certificate exams at the local all-girl grammar school at the time. I did pass with distinction in all subjects but Mother had a breakdown which meant I had to take over the shop and forget plans of attending university and becoming a. " She said. I froze."Oh, uh, sorry." I replied."For what, cumming so quickly? This was my fault and I fucking loved it. How about we get some breakfast, get you feeling human then we can do it again, take our time and enjoy every thrust, every lick. You have a great cock little brother, I have never felt so full." She said."And the fact I'm your own brother isn't upsetting you?" Well when you licked me, thinking you'd done it before, did you?" No, you taste great." We're two humans. Shelley looked gorgeous as usual, dressed in a tight, short black dress that accentuated her lovely legs, and I was really looking forward to spending the evening with these two lovely ladies.So we went into town for a few hours, trying out a couple of bars and having quite a lot to drink along the way. I managed to have a good catch-up with Sue and was glad she got on so well with Shelley; the two of them were chatting and laughing a lot, which was good. It got quite late, and places seemed to. For each jolt, Hailey’s clenching and wiggling provided great pleasure to her tormentor. The clenching seemed especially hard in response to the clit clip. Her nipples were not ignored – they came under attack by relentless fingers as they were rolled and pinched into long, hard points. A hot mouth sucked on them, by turns until Hailey’s brain was fuzzy with the alternation of pain and pleasure. A piece of ice slowly scraped its way up her flat belly and onto her throbbing nipples, replacing.