Uncle paul was a man of few words and he sumed it up in one…. Brat! Everyone agreed to be back at my grandmothers by 8am the next morning. To open p...esents as aunt Patrica and uncle Paul left.Soon my grandmother was off to bed herself. So I dug out the air matress and started to blow it up. Jess waited quietly for everyone to go to bed so she could talk to me more openly. I could tell she was chomping at the bit deep inside. So was I in truth…. Because I had made my desission. And like I said. I noticed that the bag was half full now and she mentioned that she was having a little discomfort, I clamped it off and rubbed her belly for a minute. She said they were gone now and wanted to finish.I released the clamp and she told me how good it felt and that she would allow her husband to give her enemas. I put my middle finger in her wet pussy and moved it in and out bringing her close to an explosion again. I noticed the bag was empty now and I removed the nozzle, letting her know she. But just as I was about to give up hope she picked up the bottle of oil and dumped it into her hand. With one hand she gently grasped the base of my cock that had instantly returned to its solid state. The other hand poured the oil onto the tip of my dick and it slowly ran down the shaft. Her fingers wrapped around it’s head and slowly slid down. She moved her hand away from the base of my cock and cupped my balls and carefully massaged my sack. Her hand slide back up my ridged bone and cupped. I was done playing and I needed him to fuck me already. I groaned, his fingers still lightly dancing between my legs, threatening to give me the release that I ached for. “What do you want, Scarlett? “I want you, Jack.” Suddenly, the movement from his finger stopped and I squirmed under his grip in protest, almost whining. Then, I felt him press up and all at once he had two fingers inside me. My head fell back and I moaned his name as he caressed and coaxed me with his hand. “God, you’re so.