Emma now straddles Fiona, teasing the woman’s upper body and mouth while Becky kneels between her legs, proceeding to tease the very sensitive pussy... Becky runs her tongue all over the moist slit of Fiona, feeling the legs squeeze as her tongue flicks at the swollen clit, sucking on it a little, Emma stifles all the moans with kisses as her hands rub and squeeze the girl’s hard nipples, holding the whole body as it squirms beneath her. Sliding her tongue around the clit and pussy lips, Becky. Looking at the TV I could see Gavin was in the rear first floor bedroom and taking a video of our garden. Looking out of the window I could see Jean was sunbathing in the garden on her front and had undone the straps of her top. Jean had her phone next to her and I sent a message to say that she had an audience. She replied immediately asking me to tell her when he had put his phone away. A few minutes later I sent the message that it was in his pocket and soon after he undid the zip of his. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a light pink, long sleeved blouse. Her dark hair was wavy and pushed over her left shoulder. I could just about see the tiny strand over white gold on her neck, which made me smile every time I saw it. It was the locket I had bought her for our first anniversary. She hadn’t heard me come in as she had her iPod on through the docking station, which linked to all the speakers in the household. I had decided to use this to my advantage when I walked. One more tube had been inserted in his left nostril. His small face was covered in tape. A stocking cap, like an elf’s, covered his head. I stared at him through the plastic box they called an isolette. According to the doctor, it would be his home for several weeks. I couldn’t make out his features, not really. I kind of thought his nose looked like Matt’s. But his long, delicate fingers were surely from my side of the family. Piano playing fingers, my mom would say. I stared at every inch.