" You whimpered as Miranda turned & left.You took a shower, gently massaging all the areas left sore or bruised from your ordeal so far & went to get ...ressed. There was no panties, just a short plaid skirt you knew would expose you as soon as you stood anything other than upright. There was also a small white tank top, the material of which was thin & meant the pink patch of your nipples were easily visible even more so as the material absorbed the water from your hair. The small bag contained. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring at her when she turned around. I watched as she picked up the little cardboard tray with its four take-away cups held in place – always four cups – and made her way out of the cafe. From the reflection of her face in the glass, she seemed happy and relaxed as she walked past me.A cough sounded right next to the table. I looked and couldn't hide a little jump. She was standing right there, looking down at. ..”“O.k my son, just lay down and we’ll do everything we can to help you get through this.”But I couldn’t just lay there, so I sat up and watched as my aunt moved towards me taking my shirt off and staring at my body. She started tickling my cock and my hands flew to her covered breasts. I rubbed and pulled until her nipples stuck out like rock hard pebbles. They were so big that I could almost use two hands to concentrate on a single tit! I pulled her t-shirt over her head and found she wasn’t. She licked them clean.Tina stared at the photos scattered on top of the dresser. An urge to find the pink dildo in the pictures swept through her. She searched through the dresser drawers, one by one, digging through shirts and pants and sweaters. When she came up empty, she scanned the room. Her eyes locked on the end table next to the bed so she dashed to it, flinging the drawer open. There it was, mixed in with all kinds of sex toys.Tina pulled the dildo out and held it in front of her face..