I heard a low groan and the sounds of stroking sped up.“Fuck. I love watching you, Ems. I want to taste you.”Hearing his pleasure, I couldn’t s...op myself; my fingers found their way back to my centre and desperately rubbed my clit. “I want that so much.”For a minute there were only the sounds of my stroking, our mutually unintelligible moans; we both concentrated on our own pleasure, watching the other touch themselves and wishing we were touching each other.“I – I can’t last a lot longer.” . What’s more they were in heat, at this moment. Excitedly I went to bed and early next day, after a rasher or two of bacon, I was in the old shed checking its structure and sorting good timbers from old.I worked fanatically all day, foregoing lunch – unusual for a foodie like me. Also unusually for the manual effort I was putting in. Something was driving me on. I cleared the shed and constructed a stout pen. To test it, I belted it with a lump hammer and bashed against it with all my weight,. Fir apne room pe le gaye aur puchne lage, “Kya hua jagda kyu ho raha tha?”Toh humne bataya,”Roz bula ke ragging lete hai yaha pe.” Unhone kaha, “Ab se darna nahi koi ragging ke liye bulaye toh mera naam le lena. Koi ragging nahi karega.” Fir hum log waha se nikal gaye.Sab bate karne lage Abhishek ke bare mein. “Kya body hai, yaar. Jarur idhar ka koi jan pahchan ka hoga. Tabhi sabki fati hai unhe dekh ke.” Humne pata kiya toh pata chala ki Abhishek humare hi collage ke student tha. Par nashe aur. I lay as still as possible, noting my own son still sleeping, while his cousin behind me, was indulging in some adult action with my left tit and ass.I could remember stupid things like, 'Never wake a sleep walker, they might die in shock', and even more ridiculous, 'If a dog starts to hump your leg, let it finish, or it will bite you'.In either solution, the answer was to just let him get off, and that, I shamefacedly admit, by allowing him to continue, in the hope he would like most people,.