She pauses a moment, rolling the taste on her tongue, then smiles broadly. “Yes!” she says, “It’s very good!” She puts a second finger in he...r mouth, then begins slurping milk from between her fingers, catching every drop. “Tastes like melted ice cream… so sweet!” Once she’s done, reality returns, and she realizes that she may have done something terrible with her guests. She looks around nervously, but no one is seems to have noticed. “I’m so sorry!” she says, for at least the twentieth time.. Yes, he was eight years younger than Mom. He also had been married and his wife had divorced him, but in his case, he had a son, who was eighteen when he became my step-brother.I’d never fantasized about having a sibling. I was content with being an only child, so I wasn’t thrilled about suddenly getting a brother. But the four year age difference meant we didn’t have much in common, so Tatum didn’t waste any of his time trying to get to know me, and soon after he was off to college, coming. I already knew the shortcut had failed me, now I just wanted to get home without being mauled.Emme faced me, grinning, her finger still on my lips, both our skirts riding up as our knees intertwined and tried to stay still. We had no plan. I could see the entrance to the graveyard over Emme’s pretty head but, other than admiring her blood red pout, I couldn’t see anything which should indicate a need to move.Waiting five minutes, our thighs maintained their light friction and I felt my pussy. Bentley...I'm so sorry....I couldn't sleep and well...I." Nicole smiled, "Shhhh...it's OK Hon." "And call me Nicole...please." "I apologize for watching, but you looked so beautiful lying there I couldn't help but watch." I hope you don't mind?" "No....I guess not...no." " "Good....I have to admit you've really turned me on." "I'll go and let you get some sleep." "No....I mean do you have to?" "No, I guess not...would you like some company?" "Yes...I'd like that." Nicole sat next to Alissa on.