Owen found Ryan eventually, standing hopeless and shirtless in chill evening air. Owen asked if he was planning on joining the pool, to which Ryan sho...k his head earnestly and drank the drink he was offered immediately. Of course he wanted to go further with this alarmingly sweet boy. He just didn’t want to leave an impression that it was just a random, desperate hookup that drunk teenagers have to forget. He didn’t want Owen to forget any of that. He wanted that night to last and to happen. But I was being touched by a boy. That turns me on. Even under these strange circumstances being touched by a boy turns me on.He spread my pussy open and stared at it for a long time. After he had looked at it long enough to memorize every feature, he released my labia with his right hand and slowly worked first one and then two fingers inside of me.I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and shuddered with pleasure. I almost didn't hear him ask, "Do you like that? Does that feel good?"I sighed. Because she loved her nephew more than anything in the world,she was happy to give him as much pleasure as he could stand. She caressedhim with her mouth as one would a particularly delicious ice cream,revelling in the feeling of being a maid whose raison d'etre was to makeher master or mistress happy. Her actions were slow and deliberate. Notjust so that the object of her affections could experience his own sexualecstasy, but also that she herself could savour the joy of giving to aloved one.. I smiled at her.“Don’t worry Pip, I’ll still love you when they big and droopy.”I finished making my sandwich and started eating it.“Do you know if Aunt Mary is in next door?” I asked.“She was about half an hour ago, why?”“I thought I might wander over and see how the land lies.”“You mean see if you can get any information about what Cal is up to?”“That sort of thing, yes,” I replied, “but also to see what her mother’s attitude is.”“Well, what’s the worst that can happen?” she asked.“She throws.