Go on…”“Lots of honey, poured all over your tits and body.”“Not Manuka honey, that’s so fucking expensive and it would be such a waste.”...��No, squirty honey. Acacia squirty honey. Easy to apply, like baby oil, only much nicer.”“All over my tits.”“Yes.”“And what will you be doing while this honey is slithering over my tits?”“Waiting for it to drop into my mouth. Swallowing it before I lift my head to suck on your nipples.”“Honey… all over my tits, yeah!” Emma wiggled her shoulders from side to. Her bra was pulled down around her stomach, and her panties were laying on her bed. I asked her “mom do you need anything.” She replied “honey im good but could you make dinner.” I turned around and went down and made us dinner. Once i was finished i went back up to her room and found her sleeping. I could still smell the odor of sex in her room. I started to pick up her clothes and noticed more white stains on her shirt. As i got closer to her I noticed more stains on her. There were stains on. I sat on the sectional closer to the guys and the fire. I was soon nodding off again, but my skirt kept bunching at my waist from where I was sitting. Seeing that the guys were involved I unzipped it for comfort. It zips down the side. So doing so exposed the side strap to my high cut thong panties. I then curled my legs up again and was soon sleeping. As I slept I must have lain back or squirmed or something. I stirred a little and found that I had managed to get my skirt bunched around my. One went in the other waited and we made small talk, when the other came out they swopped over, I said “Bet you could do with a cool drink” and he said he could. As I poured them a glass from the fridge I asked him his name, “Michael” he answered. I turned round and he stood there my pussy was aching all the more. “You couldn’t do a pregnant lady a favour could you” I asked him, he said “Sure what do you need”, I looked at him and I’m sure he got a little embarrassed, I walked over to the.