Semua Bab Crazy Adventures: Bab 501 - Bab 510

Carl bent to Caroline's pussy again and breathed deeply of her aroma. Despite having so recently fucked Judy, he could feel himself stiffening again. He reached down and moved his prick to a more comfortable position, then turned his head and kissed lightly at Caroline's thigh, extending his tongue, trailing it up her thigh, across her mons, pausing briefly to tug lightly at the neatly trimmed hair with his teeth, moving on, across and down her other thigh. He licked his lips, then let his tongue move back up his sister's thigh, but this time he lowered his head and his tongue moved into the divide, licking the fold between thigh and pussy, up and across again, and down, then up again, but this time when his head lifted his tongue was extended and he pushed it deep into her slit, her juices rich upon his tongue, salty-sweet, hot, the tantalising, stimulating flavour of the sexually-ready female awaiting her mate.He began to lick and suck at Caroline's labia, never doing the same thin

At the Knoxville airport, I was met by a middle-age man holding a sign that read "Eleanor Wallace". "I'm Ellie Wallace," I informed him.He seemed surprised. I guess in my red hoodie and blue jeans I didn't look like an heiress.Obviously he couldn't drive me into Wallace City because it's car-free. He drove to the outer edge and I rolled my luggage onto a trolley that took me to my hotel."Welcome to the Foothills Inn," the front desk woman cheerfully greeted me. "Checking in?""Yes. The name is Wallace. Ellie Wallace."The woman's eyes widened. "Oh! Welcome to the Inn, Ms Wallace. We're so sorry about the loss of your family.""Thank you," I simply replied. I didn't want to explain to everyone that I didn't know my own relatives."We have you in the presidential suite. If there's anything we can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask." She handed me a key card and seemed both excited and intimidated by my presence.I blinked a couple of times and looked at the key card. "You don't

"People will expect you to say something.""No," I insisted. "I'm not speaking at the funeral. I didn't know these people.""We'll prepare remarks..." the CEO argued.I cut him off. "What did I just say? No! It's not appropriate.""Ms Wallace..." he tried again."What is wrong with you!?!" I screamed. "When I say I'm not doing something, I'm not doing it. Nod if you understand!"He was obviously furious with me. His face was so red I thought he might have a stroke. He didn't. He calmed himself a bit and said, "My apologies, Ms Wallace."I exhaled and calmed myself too. "I'm sorry for yelling, Mr Warner," I apologized. "But so far today I learned that a lot of my relatives died, flew to a town in Tennessee where I've never been before and don't know anyone, signed a bunch of papers that put me in charge of a business I know nothing about, and now we're talking about a memorial service. I can't take any more. I just can't. I'm not speaking at the service. Get people who knew them and lo

DECEMBER 9The memorial service for the people who died in the plane crash was held at an amphitheater on the edge of town. I purposely didn't arrive until the last minute. This was going to be bad enough without listening to hundreds of condolences.The amphitheater was filled with thousands of people. It was a sea of black and the atmosphere was solemn, matched by the sullen dark clouds overhead.I was led down to front row center. I felt eyes on me as I walked. My seat was between Jack Warner and Crystal Abbott. "Thanks," I sincerely told them. "I thought I might have to sit with people I didn't know."Crystal patted my hand.The memorial service was tough. Photos of the dead were projected on a big screen across the back of the stage. The adults were bad enough, but when I looked at the photos of the kids I felt a wall of grief land on my shoulders.Tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't really hear the service because my heartbeat drummed in my ears.Grief mutated into anxiety tha

I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her waist. "I'm your big sister and I say you're moving in with me, and you're going to like it," I stated.Daria grinned. "Do little sisters have to do everything their big sisters want?"I returned her grin. "Yes. Come on. Move in so we can get to know each other. Please?""I'll think about it."I leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. "Pleeeeeeease?" I begged.Daria giggled. "I said I'll think about it."I pecked quick little kisses on the freckles on her cheeks. "I'm going to keep kissing you until you say yes," I warned.She drew in a breath and her eyes stared into mine. Then she smiled and simply replied, "Okay.""Okay you'll move in with me or okay to kisses?""Okay to kisses.""You minx," I laughed. I kissed along her jaw line, then moved her hair to kiss her slim neck."Ooooo," Daria moaned in appreciation.Hearing her moan, I couldn't resist bringing my lips to hers. To my surprise and delight, she kissed me back without hesita