Lachelle lay upon its comforting foam mattress with her feather duvet kicked back to its wooden end, along with her cotton pyjama bottoms.Jim remained...motionless; remaining transfixed by the door as he disgracefully gazed upon his half naked adopted teenage daughter feverishly masturbating her unspoilt woolly vagina. Her hysterical fingers passionately stimulating her aroused clitoris; the vigorous rubbing causing her wide developed hips to violently spasm as her slender ebony hand tightly. Sliding the belt back down, she lays it down and her fingers run through the bush around my cock."Since you like to jerk your cock so much, you don't deserve to have hair on your cock and balls," she tells me.She brings out the clippers and trims the hair from my cock and balls as short as they will trim. Then, she wets the area with a warm wet washcloth. She gently spreads shaving cream over my pubes and balls. Slowly, she shaves me smooth all over my pubes and balls. Finishing, she wipes the. He must have been quite....attached to these ladies, because he got....he became....excited, Matron, you know. You're not making this very easy for me. So it wasn't just his fever that was rising, was it? His penis was engorged when I next looked down, and the perspiration and discomfort were evident on his face.Suddenly, he looked up at me, wide-eyed, and sighed "Auntie?", grasping his penis and starting to stroke it. In his fever, he held me by the wrist, very tightly, and seemed to be trying. My thighs rub together. I feel…..I…..Oh God…..I feel moisture rubbing between my inner thighs. I..I wet myself. I hug my knees closer and drape one hand over my hips. I glance my fingers against my skin. I..I…I’m wet…I had a wet dream. Looking down, my bare breasts have painful obvious swollen nipples. Even if my mind can’t remember what I was dreaming about, my body sure seems too. I try to fall back asleep, I try to fight it, but I just can’t. The fan continues to blow cold air over my body.