'Va bene zia?'-chiese con un filo di voce-'Siiii... Siiii... Bene...'. Massaggiava e scendeva con la testa, sentivo il suo fiato sulla vagina. Il mass...ggio era ormai palesemente diventato un ditalino, due dita si muovevano a cerchio sul clitoride. Pensavo alla poca distanza che passava tra la sua lingua e la mia patatina.'Aaahhh... siiii..... siiii. Daaaiiiii...' non saprei dire se ho urlato o solo sussurrato, la pressione delle dita sul clitoride aumentò, come anche il ritmo del movimento. Ten minutes later there was an array of skirts, tops and stockings spread out over the floor.“I just love these leggings,” squealed Aimee as she pulled them on. They were really tight in a stretch grey fabric that emphasised her long toned legs and tight bottom.“Ahh, panty line!” shouted Charlie, pointing at the offending ridge in the cloth.Aimee just laughed and pulled the leggings off again, and then slipped her pink thong off.“It’s a sleepover. Who needs panties?”Meanwhile, Lisa had slipped. “Hello!” I responded as I opened it and walked through. “I’m Mark,” I said as I held out my hand.“Great to meet you, Mark!” She said, taking it and shaking it vigorously. “I’m Katy.”When she let go, I held out the bag. “I believe this is for you.”“Oh, thank you!” she exclaimed as she took it and looked inside. “I was almost out.”“No problem,” I replied. I turned to walk back through the gate. “Well, I’d better…”Katy reached out in a flash and grabbed my arm. She was surprisingly strong for her. Alletse grinned.“Looks like Charles has made a mess in his underwear and trousers. What if Aunt Bessie finds out?”My hands suddenly covered my groin in the hope of stopping the fluids leaking out but they just soaked into my undergarments.Alletse could see my discomfort, my embarrassment and my predicament. It was all too evidently written on my face.“Come with me, we’ll get you cleaned up so that Aunt Bessie doesn’t need to know.”I followed her, “where are we going?”“My room, come quickly.”I.