“The technical name is clitoris.” I sat up straight. “I know where your clitoris is,” I said. “Oh that’s wonderful,” Carlotta said, look...ing jubilant. “It’s in your throat,” I said. “Deep in your throat.” “No it isn’t,” Carlotta said, crestfallen, “you’ve been watching too many movies.” She got up on my desk, opened her legs, pulled aside her black lace panties and showed me. “That’s it right there,” she said. “Doesn’t look like much,” I said. “Looks are deceiving,” she said. “How long have you. Over time the fantasy grew, a magnificent tree on the barren plains of her mind offering erotic comfort, a place to escape from the growing intensity of her own loneliness and despair. It wasn't long before the 'what if' fantasy was overshadowed by an ascending compulsion to have son and daughter carnally bonded. She dreamed often of increasingly erotic encounters between the two and each dream ended in a powerful climax. She had all the time in the world to envision a liaison between her. ” She pulled her breasts out of her red bra and played with the nipples till they became hard. Reaching behind her back see undid the bra and let it fall away so I could see her breasts. They were still growing so not very large and the nipples quite small but very erotic. It was as if she was in a different place slowly dancing round. She was clearly very aroused too. Finally she turned her back to me giving me a view of her perfect ass and pulled down the gstring. Turing to face me she put. This was ridiculous. She was absolutely flooded. It was everywhere, her cheeks were covered and her stomach was glazed as if she had been covered in oil. Sperm was on the side of my head from where her legs touched me.“How many times did they do you? You’re drenched.”“I only wanted to be with Tom but Jeff took my hand and came with us. A few minute after we entered Tom’s room his other two mates turned up and expected to join in. I told Tom that I just wanted to be with him but he said his.