Are you so damned unfeeling that you can't help one of yourown trying to sort her way through all of this! Christ almighty!" Hestrode off after the gi...l, but stopped at the end of the porch.He slowly turned and walked back toward Ashley's mother. "I think yourtroubles may have just gotten bigger, she's out there puking up herguts right now!" He frowned and studied Ashley's mother for a moment."She been sick long?"The older woman slowly made her way to the end of the porch, seeingthe female who. Once showered, I put on a fresh pair of white cotton boxers and carried a baggy T shirt in my hands as I walked out of the bathroom. As I opened the door, mum was outside waiting. “I need to shower as well,” she said. “I’m all hot and sticky, if you know what I mean, and I need to cool myself down.” I went into my room and lied on my bed wearing just my boxers. Eyes closed, I allowed my thoughts to wander back to Aunty Sue and the events of the evening. The more I thought about Aunty Sue. This shocked me a bit, but the with the beer and festivities in me by now, I didn't really care. Shea stood behind me at the stall, she reached around my waist and asked me if she could do it for me. By this time, I didn't care who was around anymore, telling her sure, she unzipped my pants and slid her hand into the opening, she found my cock without a problem, her hand sliding along my shaft making it slowly start to grow. She pulled it out of my pants like she had done this before, avoiding. As Aunty Sheila was staying I’d gone through her case and borrowed a pair of coffee HP”s, a black nylon half slip and a pair of 4in court navy sling backs. I knew mother’s draws like the back of my hand so in no time the bed was strewn with many many pairs of ffnylon stockings, sheer pantys, slips, negligees. It was a sea of dark nylon softness. Over the years I had created things to feel nicest, keeping my Willy hard for longest, laying on the bed all dressed rubbing myself against this sheer.