The slight kiss became a full out embrace, our tongues dancing against each other while exploring each other’s mouths.No longer was it necessary for...her to hold my hand against her hot, wet cunt as three of my fingers were now probing as far as they could inside her opening. My thumb found her clitoris, swirling it around the thickness of my thumb, it hardened like a small penis.Aunt Liz found my oiled, now hard as a rock penis, stroking it with her closed hand while pulling me towards her as. It was a long day at work so going home to enjoy a long bath was on my mind. Walking in the house I called out to my mom but there was no answer. I heard the shower running and the bathroom was open. Our shower curtain was clear plastic, so as I was coming up to the door for some reason I was curious as to what my mom looked like in the shower. I stopped by the door. For some reason my heart was pounding. I slowly peeked around the corner of the door. I got a huge shock. The shower was running. “I was just asking. I liked her, and often wonder how you get along without her. Do you see other women, do you wish she was back?” It was another indication of her maturity. We’d never been close to discussing anything like this subject before. I explained that I liked her too, but it was never going to work. I skirted around the girlfriends question and must’ve sounded pathetic when I said that I always had Ben. Abigail was obviously unconvinced. It was hard to disguise what had become. I went out to the kitchen to get some items for our insertion play. When I came back there was Sarah running the taped handle of the bat through her labia and teasing her clit.“Not yet,” I said. “Yes Sir,” she replied. We began our play with a large cucumber, moving on to various bottles, inserting both the neck and then the bottom end. Sarah loved the hard, cold smoothness of the glass and the girth of the bottle stretching her. With a Corona bottle bottom inserted in her hot wet hole, she.