I surprised myself by finding how wet I was. Sliding my middle finger through my hot pink slit until my clit. I jumped at my own touch, and continued ...o circle my middle finger around the hardening little nub. Moaning as the pleasure increases through my body. I use my left hand to tweak my left nipple. Rolling the tip between my thumb and forefinger and pulling with every shot of pleasure. Leaning back against the sink counter, I move my fingers from my sensitive clit to my fuck hole. I enter. Sometimes I wear panties and stockings for him, but I won’t let him put it in my butt. He fingers me some, but I won’t go any further. Sometimes, if he’s been drinking he will suck me, but it isn’t very good. Not like when you did.” He moved a little, coming closer. I was already starting to recover, stiffening against the heat from his body. We lay there with my arms around him, caressing him and recovering. His cock was firm again, and mine was already at half staff. “Where are your. Di's now stopped kissing me, but instead is looking intently into my eyes, as she grips my shaft more firmly and begins to wank me off. I try to stifle a moan, which makes Steve look up once more as my cock is now rock hard and stood proud, and as the sensations rise in me I start to fondle and grope Di's breast more vigorously. Then, I slip my hand inside her dress and am delighted to feel, as I suspected, that she is not wearing a bra! That explains the movement earlier this evening as she. 'I coloured. Took a breath. 'More than a little, mum.''Hmm. I suspected as much. Get it for me, would you?' Said so easily, the old order that preceded a very sore backside. I lifted it down, feeling a slight tingle as I did so, handed it to her. It felt heavy, solid. Seeing her holding it, looking at me with the faint disapproval which had become the norm over my last few visits, sent me right back to my sixteen year old self, just about to get what was coming to me. It took all of my resolve.