Chapter 21

Memories

Athens

Hannah watched the golden galleon slicing through the wine-dark sea, its wake a shimmering ribbon of foam aglow, white sails taut and full, the night sky black but for the field of bright stars overhead. Suspended, bodiless, she floated above. Where were they going? Was this a dream? Two people stood on the quarter-deck; Samantha and Daniel turned their faces up to her, waved, then looked away ... her lover’s blonde hair blowing in the wind, Daniel’s hand on the wheel...

The rapid beep ... beep ... beep matched the pace of her beating heart and was the first sound she heard as she forced her eyes to open, her heart racing. A soft hand took hers.

“Relax Hannah, you’re safe,” said a voice she recognized as belonging to Dr. Janet Frasier. Opening her eyes she saw Janet, white curtains filtering the soft light from a window creating a halo around her head. She was in bed, her left arm attached to a hospital monitor.

Janet lifted a plastic cup to Hannah’s lips; she sucked greedily at the ice chips until she could speak. Ouch her neck hurt as she lifted her head. A quick check, she was naked under the sheet. Her last memory was of the Acropolis in the Temple of Athena Nike, the party ... and what a party ... mostly friends, academics like Hannah, and several airmen from the base in Colorado Springs, dressed in the fine clothes of old, chitons and togas, beautiful naked Greek dancing girls and boys, lots of good wine, music, clothes coming off ... the larger-than-life statue of Ishtar her face turned to the sky. With the orgy, Dr. Jackson hoped to generate the power needed to communicate with Ishtar, the Mesopotamian goddess of love, sex, and war. The vernal equinox, a special moment in time and space, Dr. Jackson and Samantha had said, “a bridge”. To what Hannah never fully understood and they refused to explain just saying to trust them.

The fucking, ohh the fucking. Meghan laughing, her smiling face next to hers, Teal’c’s big black cock pumping away in her friend, her ass cheeks jiggling. As the moon peaked in the night sky, Doctors Jackson, Jones, and Carter had placed Hannah on top of a fine stone altar at the feet of Ishtar, stripped of her sheer chiton as the ‘team’ chanted, danced, and fucked all around her, worshiping Ishtar, even General ‘Jack’ dressed only in a fine white cape had bent Angela, Dr. Jones’s twit of a wife, with her sexy underwear model body, over a couch, his impressive cock making the whore scream ... delicious red wine, spicy food, a golden dagger.

Janet, her big, beautiful breasts bared to the night sky swaying seductively, dancing, as she held her little black box in the air calling to Daniel. No inhibitions, the fate of the world Samantha had said depended on them, so dramatic, she’d spread her legs now draped over the edge ... Dr. Jackson stood at the end of the altar, stiff cock out, talking to the statue as if Ishtar was alive and an old friend, the black orb from Babylon glowing in one hand above his head. Hannah lay still, legs open, hairy pussy bared, unashamed, willing, as Samantha kissed her, and groped her breasts. Samatha wore a single piece of fine white linen tied at her waist with a cord, her tight ass and beautiful breasts bared to all, cheeks rosy, she held the ancient copper cup engraved with grapevines. Slowly she poured a line of red wine from the top of Hannah’s breasts to her vulva. Meghan licked her chest, sucking a nipple into her mouth in worship. Teal’c knelt at her head, his big flaccid cock so close she could kiss it. From behind the belt of his toga, he pulled forth a dagger with a copper blade its hilt wrapped in gold thread. As Daniel stood between her legs, Teal’c placed the tip of the blade between her breasts, Samantha held her right arm down, Meghan her left. “Trust us,” Samantha said. Hannah focused on Daniel who lifted the orb over his head as he guided his cock into her with his other hand.

Daniel smiled as he stuck his pretty cock inside her, ouuh he felt nice ... he continued to speak to Ishtar as he flexed his hips ... Teal’c pressed the tip of the sharp blade against her breastbone until she bled, it stung. Samantha poured wine on Hannah’s lips and then lifted the cup into the air as Teal’c lifted the blade and its bloody tip in the air next to the cup. A flash of bright white light: it was like being inside a ball of lightning as the black orb seemed to glow, white lighting shooting from the roof enveloping them. Ishtar’s stone eyes appeared to glow; red wine ran down the statue’s inner thigh...

Hannah’s head exploded in sharp pain... ’You are mine, come to me,’ said the familiar amplified voice, her vision spun, stars strung out in front of her like a highway, planets by the dozen spun by faster and faster until slowing in a far-off part of the galaxy, her body falling towards a planet much like Earth, closer and closer to the ground, a vast temple on a green island in a dark sea, until she arrived at a beautiful temple much like the Parthenon, she hovered over twin sarcophagi’s ... Ishtar’s distinct figure, painted in bright colors, carved into the lid on one, eyes glowing, the other a male she knew not “free me”... she felt Daniel’s hot seed shoot deep he was talking in a langue she did not know ... she orgasmed over and over ... Dr. Janet bending over her, heavy breasts swaying, Hannah sucked one tit into her mouth, a concerned look on her pretty face, Janet ran the little black box ‘tricorder’ from her head to belly, “Enough!” ... more pain in her head then blackness.

Hannah was awake, it felt like a spike had been drilled into her neck.

“While you were out, I performed a minor surgical procedure and placed a blocker to inhibit your connection with Ishtar,” Janet said.

“Hi,” Meghan said stopping at the foot of the bed. She looked nice in an Air Force T-shirt and jeans with her hair down. A rosy-cheeked smile greeted her.

“Where am I,” Hannah asked.

“Athens, still.” Dr. Frasher answered standing up. “Meghan can sit with you. I need to make a call. Then I’ll give you something for the pain.”

Hannah touched the spot between her breasts, tender, a small bandage covered the wound. She hadn’t been dreaming.

The three of them sat in the apartment’s small kitchen having a light breakfast of fruit, pastries, fresh juice, and coffee. Hannah, with Meghan’s help, the backs of her thighs were sore, had wrapped herself in a robe as she tried to remember more. Out the kitchen window, she could see the Acropolis, it wasn’t far.

Dr. Frasier drank her coffee, eyes on Hannah, her patient “Think of your brain as a computer processor that suddenly was overloaded. The headaches and pain you felt were the result of your connection with the being known as Ishtar pushing too much information at you.” She said. “Your human brain couldn’t handle it, so I shut you down or off, once Daniel had what he needed.”

Hannah bit into a cheese-filled pastry, “Where are Samanta and Daniel?” she understood what Janet was saying. She hoped she wasn’t being called stupid. Meghan looked uncomfortable and drank her orange juice. “What?” Hannah said looking at both women. “I dreamt of them on an ancient ship, sailing into the sky.” She didn’t mention the visions she had when on the altar as what she had just said about the dream sounded weird enough.

Janet took her cup to the sink and turned to face Hannah. “You need to trust us. There are a lot of things we can’t tell you, national security and all that.” Hannah nodded her face must have had a different message as Janet continued. “Samantha, Daniel, and Teal’c are traveling, following up on the message and map from Ishtar, that we have thanks to you.”

Meghan leaned over and put a hand on her arm. “You told me that you would follow Samantha anywhere, you trust us. Monday night you were spectacular,” she said blushing. “Let’s shower then go out. Take me shopping in the Agora and to dinner, a date.” The younger woman said then turned to Janet “Is it okay, going out?”

Janet smiled, “Yes. Hannah, I placed a signal blocker, the size of a dime under the skin at the back of your neck. You should not ‘hear’ Ishtar any longer, and the pain, I’ll give you a shot for that now.”

Hannah sighed. She had a lot of questions. Her head hurt and after Monday night she felt dirty.

“Sure, let’s shower. What day is it?”

Meghan stood “Wednesday morning. You’ve been out 36 hours give or take.”

She needed to speak with her mentor, Dr. Jones. Where had Samantha and the others really gone? And what was Angela’s connection? What of her visions before everything went dark? It all seemed so real, and out of this world.

After Janet gave her a shot in her right ass cheek, an advanced pain killer, the three women showered. She would have thought after Monday night’s orgy she would be spent in no mood. Janet’s soft hands soaped and washed her tender ass and vulva while Meghan stood in front of her under the warm spray her athletic figure was delightful under her hands they were soon making out like teenagers, the image of Teal’c’s big black cock pounding Meghan fuel to her fire. The three let hands and lips roam over breasts and pussy until the water ran cold.

Home Front

First Date - Wednesday

Kristy was standing next to the cash register when ‘he’ walked in. The college boy, who made her heart skip whenever she saw him, which was rare. Too bad he went to school out of State. Tall, Kevin Costner’ish handsome, he was a freshman at Wheaton College in Illinois. Nathan had been into the store a couple of times since Christmas, always shopping for a gift for a sister or his mom. Needing help.

She gave him her best smile, and pushed out her chest just a little, as he walked up to the counter. “How can I help you today, Nathan? A scarf for your mom, perfume for your sister?

He looked behind him and motioned to a pretty teenager standing in the boutique’s underwear section. “It’s our dad’s 45^th birthday this weekend. My sister Julie has a new dress and needs a certain type of bra she says.” He said a playful look in his dark eyes. “I thought of his store and you. I’m glad you’re working tonight.”

Kristy spent the next fifteen minutes helping a fourteen-year-old find the right type of bra for her strapless party dress. With curly brown hair, a slim figure, a fresh innocent face, and glasses common among the mountain girls in the Boone area, the family was well-to-do. Nathan stood back enjoying himself as Julie and Kristy sorted through lacy and plain from white to black looking at bras until they found the right one for Julie’s strapless dress. Julie would look great for her dad, she was certain.

Nathan paid and handed the little bag that had a lacy bra and panty set to Julie who stood there, not moving. Julie’s big hazel eyes and posture told her brother to go ahead.

“So, um Kristy would you like to come to lunch on Saturday at our house? Friends and family nothing fancy, preparty for those who are in town.” He said. “I’m flying back to Chicago on Sunday.” He added.

Kristy had hoped he would ask her one day. But she didn’t want to say yes too fast. She looked at Julie who gave a slight nod. Well, one of his sisters approved.

“Sure, I would love to.” She said.

Nathan was grinning from ear to ear. He handed her a card, an invitation with an address on the back, and a phone number written in ink.

“Our address and my cell number are on the back.” He said. “I can pick you up if you like.”

She thought. “Yes, that would be nice.” She had her dad’s truck but the thought of showing up alone for a first date at his house was a little overwhelming. She wrote her address and phone number on a slip of receipt paper. Kristy didn’t really need Nathan’s address, she knew it. She’d taken his full name from a credit card receipt and did a little sleuthing. People liked him and said he was a solid Christian, smart, played baseball all four years of high school, no girlfriend in Boone.

She watched them leave. God, she was feeling horny. Frank chose this week to go on a golfing vacation in the Dominican Republic with several retired buddies, so no sex. She liked him, because of his age. Nancy had said no wives or girlfriends were invited on the annual boy’s golf trip. Last year Frank and his friends went to Thailand, before that Colombia. He’d shown her pictures, the men’s arms around pretty young local girls while they golfed and socialized, bragging a bit to her, his young golf student.

Kristy was very happy that Nathan asked her out. But a family event for a first date. Was this a date? What would she wear? Did she need a gift? She had been feeling horny all week, it was only Wednesday. Would he see through her, know what kind of perverted lifestyle she led and was not a virgin? He went to Wheaton a serious Christian college. Damn, she needed to talk with Rachel, her therapist. At least Oksana’s dinner party was Saturday night, she could wait until then, maybe, to get laid. Two more hours she had to stand here. Still, she was happy. Nathan felt different, he was older, in college, and not afraid to ask her out.

Life Goes On - Thursday

JoAnn read Bob’s email. He wrote he got hurt at work on Monday and was now on light duty. She’d been around the Army long enough to translate. He had been shot, blown up, or hit by something that required medical care. But he was not hurt bad enough where the family was notified.

She would reply later and went back to working on the family calendar. Juggling four kids’ schedules and hers was a constant battle. She noted the April dates for Kevin’s South Africa Safari with Grandpa Jim and so on. In the living room, two massage tables were set up. Oksana was waiting in the living room for Katie and Daniel Nelson to arrive. This was the last of the special massages, for now.

Chris was scheduled to arrive early the next week from Afghanistan and Oksana was going home on Sunday to get ready for him. The Air Force could not say exactly when yet. Oksana and Jim would meet Chris at the National Guard Armory. Katie had pressed for another erotic massage for her and Daniel. Oksana was still putting money away, unsure of how things were going to go with Chris, whom she suspected of being unfaithful and wanted to have a nest egg.

JoAnn had said not to worry. Things between her and Chris would be fine. Unsaid was Oksana’s actions in the last few months, she’d literally fucked around on him, once she’d heard he ‘might have been unfaithful’ with an ex-girlfriend before he deployed.

The doorbell rang and Oksana walked naked to the door, not bothering with a robe.

JoAnn stood and ran a hand through her hair and touched her tits. She was looking forward to the session. Daniel had asked for JoAnn again. The first time, he’d run his hands over her body, and she gave him a hand job. More of the same? She was feeling horny. On the phone setting up the massage, Katie had quietly gushed that she’d sucked her oldest boy’s cock, a new step in the Nelson’s home nudity journey and implied Daniel had gone further with their daughters. JoAnn will find out more soon.

On the calendar, Oksana was making a traditional Ukrainian dinner on Saturday night for the family and the Millers were invited. A small going-way party that was sure to be kinky fun.

A New Paradigm

Hannah woke up early Saturday morning in her own bed in Chapel Hill. Since she woke up on Wednesday morning there was a quietness in her head, an absence, that made her feel lonely. She barely noticed the blocker implanted in her neck. Dr. Janet said it was only a temporary thing until Samantha and Daniel took care of the Ishtar problem. Again, no answers were forthcoming. She arrived home last night. Tess was out, doing something or someone, and not home yet. She had an email invitation from JoAnn to attend a family dinner in Boone tonight. She hadn’t replied but she knew she needed to go.

Hannah felt alone and more than a little confused. She had bruises on the backs of her legs from the altar sex and a small cut on her chest to prove it all had happened. Nope, she wasn’t feeling ashamed or used, just different, nothing was going to be the same going forward. Suddenly everything and everyone around her was quiet. No Dr. Jones, he was traveling with Angela in Greece looking at summer dig sites. Meghan had flown back to Colorado Springs with Janet.

Fuck it. She got up. Tossed a change of clothes, a book, and some toiletries in a gym bag. No need for clothes at her brother’s house anymore. She packed the gifts she’d bought in Athens for the kids.

After her shower, standing in front of the big mirror in her bedroom she admired the gold cartouche necklace Samatha had left for her in the Athens apartment. She didn’t recognize the symbols, not hieroglyphs. The pendant sat nicely at the top of her generous cleavage, sure to draw attention to her chest. She smiled. Samanatha’s brief handwritten note said to... keep it close to her heart, it is the way home when you need it, XO, Samantha. The message was a little mysterious, but it was a very generous gift.

She took the keys to the Subaru, and a holstered handgun from the kitchen drawer, and got on the road to Boone just after 9 am. Hannah wanted to be around family this weekend.

New Relationships and Old Friends

Kristy asked her mom to please put clothes on and meet Nathan outside on the front porch.

JoAnn had seen something different in her daughter’s eyes when she told her she had a date on Saturday. A college guy she’d met at work. JoAnn had listened as Kristy described Nathan as tall, nineteen, handsome, Wheaton, and she’d been invited to a party at his parents’ house. Could she please go? JoAnn knew of the family. They were conservative and involved in the church community in the Boone area, good people. JoAnn approved the date, as long as she was home for Oksana’s dinner. JoAnn said she would get dressed, not embarrassing her daughter. She wanted to meet this ‘boy’.

On Saturday at 12 noon sharp Nathan arrived in an older Ford 150 pickup, parking in front. Kristy looked great, her hair curled, light makeup, new jeans, mid-calf boots, cream-colored blouse, and a cute blue scoop neck cassimere sweater JoAnn let her borrow, topped off with a small silver cross necklace.

Kristy peeked out the window, purse in hand, ready when his truck pulled up. “Mom he’s here.”

The door flew open the moment Nathan rang the bell.

JoAnn stood back and followed Kristy outside. “Mom, this is Nathan. Nathan my mom.” She said watching her mom size up her date.

“Nice to meet you, Nathan. I know your parents.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Wilkins. My dad has gone to the range with your husband a few times. He was in the Army, drafted. We heard Mr. Wilkins is in Iraq.”

“Yes, a short tour with the National Guard for four months so he should be home in May.” JoAnn made small talk with Nathan and Kristy but kept it short knowing her daughter was anxious to get going on her date with her handsome guy.

As Kristy followed Nathan towards his truck a familiar blue Subaru pulled into the driveway. Aunt Hannah.

Hannah stepped out of her Subaru Outback wearing grey UNC logo sweatpants and a white cotton T-shirt, her dark chestnut hair tied in a loose ponytail. “Hey Kristy,” she said, walking toward them in sockless Asics tennis shoes. “You going to introduce me?” Hannah asked, with a flirtatious smile, at Kristy’s handsome date. As she got closer, they could read the lettering and picture on her shirt, bold red text reading “I Dig Greek Gods” and a cartoon of a winking female archaeologist beside a nude Apollo statue, Hannah’s heavy breasts swaying noticeably without a bra, catching Nathan’s attention and making Kristy blush in embarrassment in front of her date.

“Nathan, this is my aunt Hannah, she’s an archaeologist, working on her PhD at UNC. He’s taking me to lunch at his parents’ house. It’s his dad’s birthday,” Kristy said, nervously, her mom watching from the porch.

Nathan shook Hannah’s hand, saying, “I like your shirt.” He nodded at the print. “I’ve got one, but it says, ‘Bathsheba Bathed Here,’” he said, with a glance at her chest. Hannah laughed. “Yes, I’ve seen that one,” she said. “Have fun. It was nice to meet you,” Hannah said, giving her niece a knowing wink.

“I’ll be back for dinner,” Kristy said.

Hannah stood with JoAnn, watching the two drive off. “Nice looking boy,” Hannah said.

“Yeah, I hope she doesn’t break his heart,” JoAnn said, knowing the truth of her eldest. “Good to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long week,” Hannah said following her sister-in-law inside, where they could take their clothes off and relax.

Circle of Affirmation - Evening

Oksana produced a delicious traditional Ukrainian dinner of Chicken Kiev: rolled chicken fillets, filled with a garlic and parsley butter with herbs, then fried. Her Mom’s recipe she said. Fluffy mashed potatoes and a vegetable salad on the side. The adults drank White Rioja, a wine from Spain that paired well with the meal, and the kids iced tea. A good naked social time was had, talking and laughing over a great dinner on a Saturday night in late March. Medivnyk, a traditional holiday honey cake was promised for later.

Sated, they waited in the living room, lights off, half a dozen yellow flickering candles lit the room and burning incense sticks gave off a pleasant potpourri smell. They all sat in a loose circle on the carpet, sitting on pillows or kneeling, soft instrumental music played quietly in the background. The Wilkins and Millers waited. They didn’t have to wait long for Oksana to start down the stairs.

Preceded by Jenny and Lynn, the two slender naked nymphs walking side by side came Oksana’s compact body descending step by step, her pale milk-filled breasts jiggling ever so slightly. On her head a small floral wreath made of flowers and colored ribbons. Her face with its Eastern European almost Eurasian features neutral, showing no emotion, her hands clasped in front of her.

JoAnn smiled on seeing her, she looked beautiful. Before coming down the girls bathed Oksana and anointed her body lightly with oil, so her skin shined in the flickering candlelight. The first step in tonight’s sensual affirmation circle, completed. On her left, a jet-lagged Hannah with her big chest sat on a cushion, her ass still sore from Athens. On JoAnn’s right, Caroline knelt, hands in her lap, with everyone else spread evenly in an open-ended circle, waiting. Becky was in the den with Sasha, the two girls playing with toys and entertained by cartoons playing on the small TV.

Jenny and Lynn stood on either side as Oksana stood back straight, waiting. Jenny was older and bustier in the chest. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. Lynn still waiting to sprout her boobies, just bumps, the only blonde in the family.

“What do you wish?” JoAnn asked eyes on her friend and sister-in-law.

Oksana took a deep breath, “To submit myself to you.”

“Then kneel in the circle,” Hannah said, sitting up a little higher and pointing to a place in front of JoAnn.

JoAnn lifted her arms, “Kneel and face Jenny and Lynn. Close your eyes.”

The girls had closed the circle behind her. Oksana knelt, sitting up, back straight.

JoAnn dipped her fingers into a small pottery bowl that was heated by a small candle. “This evening in the circle we will affirm Oksana with touch and words then demonstrate our love for her by joining as one,” She laid oily hands on Oksana’s shoulders.

JoAnn kept her voice soft as she rubbed lavender-scented oil onto her shoulders. “Oksana, lay on your back, head in my lap, please.”

She handed her floral wreath to Kristy who set it playfully on her own head. Flat on her back, hands at her sides, head in JoAnn’s lap, firm strong legs pointing toward Jenny and Lynn, breasts resting like veiny white mountains on her chest, she waited.

“First, we will affirm Oksana with words and touch. Kevin and Sarah will use their hands to apply gentle strokes to Oksana’s body. The rest of you lay hands on her and speak your words.”

Sarah on Oksana’s right and Kevin on the left dipped their fingers in the warm scented oil and as one began to stroke with both hands starting at Oksana’s shoulders. Kevin paid attention to Oksana’s breast using both hands to massage and tease her big nipple until milk leaked down her boob. Sarah stroked over and down her chest to her hip bone. Both repeated the process, applying gentle strokes from Oksana’s chest to her hips. Hannah and Caroline laid hands on Oksana’s shoulders quietly speaking words of affirmation like love, beautiful, friend, milkmaid...

JoAnn stroked Oksana’s forehead and cheeks, her black hair pulled tight at her neck and held by hair clips. Ben and Scott gently massaged her legs, easing them apart. The trim triangle of dark pubes drawing their attention. Kristy sat to the right of Ben and had a hand on her right foot. More words of affirmation, even a prayer from Scott. Jenny and Lynn, a little young to understand, massaged Oksana’s feet as she squirmed as they tickled her.

Kristy sat back watching the two families molest Oksana, her hands applying pressure to a muscular pale calf, her brain not fully engaged.

Her mind was still on the party at Nathan’s. His family and their friends were really nice people. Nathan stayed close and was attentive, but he didn’t hover. At one point, she found herself imagining his family naked, like hers, before clearing the naughty images from her brain. He brought her home as her family was sitting down to eat. They didn’t kiss but made plans to go out again over Easter week. She was happy and horny. Ben or Pastor Scott. Her brother, not tonight.

With milk leaking from Oksana’s breasts, things got kinky fast. Caroline urged Sarah to suck on her right tit. Sarah unsure at first, watched Kevin place his lips on the other nipple, his cock growing hard. Sarah put her mouth on Oksana’s stiff dark nipple as her mom rubbed her back.

Scott pulled Jenny close, a hand on her small boobies, rubbing her little puffy nipples, as she put a hand on his boner. JoAnn saw all this. “Lynn, kiss Aunt Oksana on her pussy.”

Lynn was ready, her mom had told her this was her job tonight. She lay on her stomach between Oksana’s legs her curly blonde head between her thighs, little pink tongue out, two little ass cheeks bared. Ben had a finger inside of Oksana’s pussy as Lynn began licking through the pubes. Jenny got comfortable with her Pastor, her small fist moving up and down on his cock as he pinched her little pink nipples.

Hannah sat back happy to watch, she needed this ‘normal’ family moment. The Athens week had been intense. First the incredible orgy then two memorable nights and days with Meghan and Janet, a pure Lesbian experience. By the end, they were calling themselves The Three Graces, mythical daughters of Zeus, even posing for risqué pictures late on the last evening in front of the Temple of Hephaestus near the Agora, breasts bared and laughing until a guard good-naturedly shooed them off. She was content to watch and grab a vibrator. Caroline held Sarah’s hair as the young girl finally got the hang of sucking milk again from a nipple. A very kinky sight. Hannah looked around for a toy.

Caroline had begun to squeeze and tease her daughter’s small breasts, pulling her brown hair aside and kissing the back of her neck affectionately, as she sucked milk from Oksana’s boob.

“Mom can I...” Kevin started to ask, his mouth off the nipple.

JoAnn cut him off. He needed to follow his urges, without a filter, they all did. She ran a hand over Oksana’s milky chest.

“Honey, no rules, just focus on Oksana and those around you. No camera, it’s just us.”

Kevin nodded, his cock painfully hard between his legs. He knelt over Oksana’s milky chest pointing his penis at Sarah’s face. “Kiss it,” he said.

Sitting up Sarah grinned at her ‘boyfriend’ as she kissed the tip of Kevin’s penis, then glanced at her dad with Jenny.

“Do it again,” Kevin said his right hand on his cock.

Sarah opened her mouth, made the O with her red lips, and sucked on his small cock, a hand on Oksana’s milky boob for balance.

After half a minute of sucking, “That’s enough, for now.” Caroline said, helping Sarah sit back down.

JoAnn took charge, who’s next? “Ben, switch positions with Sarah,” she said.

Ben’s stiff cock grazed his sister’s back as they moved and he put a hand on Oksana’s slick milky boob.

Kevin’s penis was hard, precum on the tip, and turned to face his mom, hopeful.

JoAnn had her hands full with Oksana and managing the affirmation circle. She shook her head.

“How about Caroline? I bet she would like to take care of you.” JoAnn said, encouraging her son and friend to hook up.

“I can help with that,” Caroline said as she stood and went behind JoAnn and Hannah and knelt in front of Kevin. Caroline had a nice chest, full breasts that hung just right on her athletic runner’s figure. Kevin groped them as she got comfortable with no objection, just a wicked grin from the older woman. “You can suck on them if you want.” she teased him as she took his penis in her hand.