James...” she murmured. “I love you.”Sarah reached between their bodies and stroked Jim’s cock – not that it needed stroking. At that moment...he could have driven nails with it. She just liked feeling it in her hands, knowing that it was going to be inside her very soon.Jim began to kiss his way down Sarah Jane’s body, but she stopped him.“None of that now darling. Put your hat on and shag me properly. We can do everything else later. I want to feel you inside of me,” she whispered in a voice. ”I pulled back my hips and slid a little deeper, “I want you,” I gasped.Slowly moving back and forth now, deeper and deeper, until my hips were pushing against hers.“I,” each.“Am,” word.“Yours,” punctuated.“You,” with.“Are,” a.“Mine,” thrust.“Oh, god yes! I’ll claw out the eyes, oh shit! Of any, yes!, Any, fuck! Fucking slut that…”Her legs gave way once more, I could feel her pussy gripping my cock. Her head dropped forward, resting against the work surface as her body convulsed again. I did. Thumb, two, three, four, five. One hand. Lift it off. Second hand. Thumb, two, three, four. Where is Nessa's other finger." "In her pussy, diddling with her clit," she confessed spreading her legs wide apart. "Mind if I finish myself off while we catch our breath." "You know I can never get enough of watching you play with yourself," I said. "It's almost as much fun for me as it is for you." "It couldn't possibly be," Vanessa moaned, rolling her eyes to comic effect. "I'm just thinking about. "Thank for not asking me if I shave my legs," Billy laughed as Diane resumed. "I don't, for the record. Guys always k** me about that." "Boys are still silly, I guess," Diane said with a nervous laugh of her own. "Um... Aunt Diane? Would you wash my hair for me?" "Your hair?" Diane asked. "You can reach that yourself, can't you?" "It's nicer when somebody else does it," Billy remarked. "Okay," Diane said, and reached over for the shampoo. "That's great, Aunt Diane," Billy sighed. "Feels so nice.