“Lets see if Teresa is up for a game of Pass the Parcel?” Jim said“What?” Tree said.“Pass the parcel, you’ve played it at parties, haven�...t you?” Josh said nonchalantly.The barmaid disappeared into the lounge part of the pub to attend to the three old men“We’ll let Steve be in charge of the music” one guy said as he produced a boogie box from beneath the table.“Hope you like Bon Jovi?” Rich said.The guys’ re-arranged twelve chairs in the bar back to back. Each sat down. Josh beckoned Tree over. ‘Have you still got my stockings on under your trousers?’ she asked.Michael merely nodded.‘Show me,’ she demanded.Michael unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor, he was still wearing her stockings and his erect cock was standing out in front of him.She said, ‘Oh Michael, I can see what effect my stockings have on you. Now let me see what you were doing to yourself, let me see you play with yourself.’‘Oh aunty, I can’t,’ he begged.‘OK, I’ll have to see what your mother says. I stand up and she knows she is in trouble, but she does not care. I begin to finger her clit, her eyes roll back in her head and her body tenses up. I know she is close to climax, i can feel her arms shaking as i feverishly strum her clit. She is in a different world even with her eyes locked on mine, she whispers that she is cumming and I slap her face, instantly sending her in to shock waves. I reach down and shove two fingers inside her, keeping the electricity running through her entire. I really felt I could not tell her the honest truth, despite the fact that I really wanted to. So, the next day I took the plunge and did so, writing her a vivid description of how I imagined her flirting with other men and how that thought turned me on immensely and gave me intense orgasms. To my delight she was equally turned on. She asked me about my wanking habits and confessed to being thrilled that she was the muse for my masturbatory sessions. Our discussion continued and I have written.