I asked, "How are you feeling, and how did you sleep?" My hand is sore. I had to take the pain meds last night and again today. I was exhausted after ...he fight; I think because of the adrenalin rush. After the pain meds, I slept very well," she replied."How have your friends and fellow workers reacted?" I asked."Kelly held the night shift over and played the video of the fight for them, and then the day shift this morning in a joint meeting. They could not believe that we beat those three guys. "If that be true, then where were her hands at that very moment? "But... ?"The question must have been obvious, "I am not masturbating for my own desire honey, but because you asked me too."Okay, that did not help my confusion in the least, in fact it only added to it.My Aunt looked away from me, gazing soberly at the wall beneath the shower head - the mood lost, her hands coming out of the water, her feet dropping back in. Something just happened that I had no comprehension of, something I. I turned you around and let my hands slide over your spinal area and …how exciting … over your buttocks again and again, along the gap of your ass, slowly over your asshole… up and down. I heard you moan softly.While my hands explored your anal lust zone, I took a deep breath to smell your skin scent on your shoulder. I felt an exciting, sweet and teasingly nice scent that penetrated directly my brain … You have the perfect body … from what I could feel in the dark … your skin is wonderfully. "What was that?" I grinned tightly back at her. "That was me, fucking you," I teased, groping at one heaving breast. She arched one delicate eyebrow, eyes sparkling with amusement, rising to the challenge with aplomb. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" she asked lightly."Oh, you know it," I replied, my mouth engulfing hers. We maintained the kiss whilst I slid one hand back to her opening, dripping wet with a mixture of our juices. This time, I merely rubbed at her gently, eliciting an.