mirror, and started to push the panties down from her cradling hips, dropping back to the pillow-bed as the cloth moved below her hive. Her eyes closing, she slowly moved her hands over her hips, and in toward her cunny, sliding her fingertips through the thicket of dark curlings.
He swallowed hard as he watched Kelly unhurriedly caressing herself, the question as to whether or not she knew he was watching not even occurring to him. He glanced over, and saw that the twins were still fondling one another as they watched their aunt.
The corners of Kelly's furled lips curled upward, and a little shiver ran through her as her fingers moved against the damp lips of her sex. He rubbed the heel of his hand against the aching arousal of his shaft. She rolled over, presenting him with a view of the luxuriant pillow of her ass, her hands moving against her nook as her hips rocked atop them. He saw her fingers curling against her splay, her juices gleaming from them. Her shoulders bunched, and her face lifted, her mouth widening as an orgasm went through her.
She went limp, her shoulders heaving with her ragged breathing, and he looked over to see the twins smiling at them, their eyes clouded with arousal. Their eyes lowered, and his followed them to the rise of his prick. He could only smile as they looked back at him.
He heard a sound from the veranda, and looked back to see Kelly moving toward him with a slow, sensuous gait. The dark bluegray eyes held his: She had donned a light robe of brown decorated with gold designs, the pearl choker replaced by a gold tore. She stopped, and looked down into his eyes for long moments, her tits rising and falling beneath the robe.
'Well, have you decided?' she asked, the soft purr of her voice going with the feline eyes that held his.
'Yes,' he nodded, his voice tight.
'I'm glad to hear that,' she smiled, and she opened the robe.
'So am I,' he smiled back as the cloth fell open from the insides of her wide tits, from her stomach, and from her cunny.
She had removed the camisole and panties, and now wore only a single stocking.
'Your pants seem a bit tight,' she said straight-faced as he stared at the lightly tanned firmness of her stomach, and. at her dark muff.
She leaned forward from the waist, and the robe fell away from her body. She pressed her spread hands to his chest, and he moved his hands over the rich expanses of her tits, his thumbs touching the shallow tips of her nipples, the wide nubs now erect. Her hair spilling around her face, she smiled with an elfin quality, and slid his jacket off his shoulders, his hands moving over her stomach and to her waist.
She slipped his tie free, and her long fingers were plucking at his shirt buttons. He inhaled deeply, catching her fragrance while her fingers moved down from his chest to his stomach. The shirt open, she began to unbuckle his belt. He curved his hands to her waist to draw her forward, and she leaned closer. Her eyes holding his, she turned her face, and their lips brushed.
His hands moved to her full hips, and then to her fanny as their mouths pressed together. She put one knee on the couch between his thighs, and their mouths widened around the swirlings of their tongues. His fingers opened as he spread his hands over the lush curves of her ass cheeks, and he murmured as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. The snap of his pants opened, and she was working the zipper down, the backs of her curled fingers shifting against the hardness of his prod.
The blood roared in their ears, light flickering behind their closed eyelids as their tongues memorized each other's textures and contours, their tastes filling each other's mouth. His hands moved up and down over the satin-smooth globes, the silk of the robe shifting against the backs of his hands. His breath caught as her hands turned against his stomach, and then her straightened fingers were sliding down against the outsides of his abdomen, and into his opened pants.
His stomach tightened as she caressed it and his abdomen, and his flesh burned against her caresses. His hands moved down the outsides of her thighs, feeling her smooth flesh with one hand and the stocking with the other. Her fingertips pressed against the outsides of his sac, working down between it and the inner tops of his thighs. His balls shifted against one another, and her fingers were curving down under them, lifting them against the underside of his burning staff.
Her fingers flexed beneath his nuts, her thumbs pressed against the base of his shaft, rubbing it and his hair as she licked his tongue. His thoughts swimming, he lifted his hands to cup her face, moving his tongue deeper. Her fingers came forward, and slipped from under his sac as her thumbs worked against the top of his shaft. Her fingers slid against his dorsal vein, and she began to slowly work his cock out from under his pants. His knob slid up against his thigh, the cloth of the slacks chafing it, and sending flickerings of electricity through his length.
Her thumb working against the top of his prick, her fingers curled around it tightly, and her other hand curved down under his balls again to roll his balls in her palm. Their lips twisted together around the lashings of their tongue. One hand cupping her face, he moved the other down over the ripe globes of her tits, along her stomach, and between her opened legs. The knee between his thighs twisted against the couch, his hand moving over her rich mound.
His rod came free of his pants, and she let it jut up into the air, slipping free of her hand. Her fingers drifted over it, and her other hand eased his balls up from his pants and out. Both breathing raggedly, their lips pulled free, and they looked at one another with lidded eyes.
She straightened, and looked down, seeing her own fingers moving over his bulbous knob and upper shaft, and his fingertips shifting against her pulsing slit. She raised her eyes, and smiled up at him, her knee slipping from the couch. She took a step back, and murmured as her cunny moved back from his touch He watched her tits rise and fall, and then she was easing down to one knee, her cunt lips just visible through her muff as they shifted with the movement.
She slid her hands along his legs, her eyes on the spire of his cock. Without looking at them, she removed his shoes, and then she was caressing his socks from his feet, lifting them in both hands. His breathing labored, he looked down at her beautiful face, her long lashes veiling her eyes, her succulent lips parted.
His socks off, she slid her hands up inside his pants, running them over his calves. His body sweltering with arousal, he. looked toward the twins. Their hands moved with slow, deliberate patterns beneath the skirt and slacks, their eyes on him and Kelly. Alex's fingers came out from under the skirt, Alma's juices gleaming from them, and they were sucked into Alex's mouth.
Kelly straightened off her knees, and her hands moved up over his legs to his hips, and he watched through blurred eyes as she lowered her face. He swallowed hard as her breath fluttered against his swollen knob, and her lips just touched it in a kiss almost as light as the touch of her breath. Her hands curved to his hips, and his hips lifted as she worked his pants downward.
He moistened his lips, her mouth remaining just above his cock's head as she lowered his slacks. The pants slipped out from under his engorged balls, and he felt the couch against his ass. Her hands slid the pants down his thighs, her elbows pushing the open robe back from her full tits and her waist.
Sitting back toward her heels, she slid the pants down his calves, her eyes on the rise of his tool. She slipped the slacks from his feet, and his legs were free. Her hands moving up his now bare legs, she leaned forward as she raised up from the knees. Her hands and forearms slid up his thighs, and her lush tits were sliding up along the insides as her mouth moved back toward his throbbing member.
Her hands and forearms moved out to the sides of his thighs, and her head turned to the side so that she could kiss his legs. Her soft lips moved over his fevered flesh, the silkiness of her hair shifting against it. One tit and then the other pressed against the inside of one thigh and then the other. He groaned softly, his fingers sliding through the dark spill of her hair.
She slid her hands up and down from his hips to his knees, her tongue gliding over the insides of his thighs, moving higher and higher until his weighted sac was before her mouth. She stretched her tongue out, skimming the fine hairs of his scrotum, and his ass tightened against the couch as flickerings of heat went through him, his root tightening beneath and under his sac.
She touched the tip of her pink tongue to the seam of his sac, and eased it down, the taut blade curving under and pushing up between his balls until the tip pressed against his root at the base of his sac. His teeth indented his lower lip, his hands tightening around. her head. Her mouth and nose were against his balls, and she began to work her tensed tongue upward, following his root through his scrotum, moving up toward the base of his burning rod.
His shoulders pushing back, he let his head drop atop the back of the couch, his eyes closing to the tidal
