Another of Megan's fingers joined the first. It stretched my asshole and I tried to move away from it as far as my restraints would allow, but she mov...d with me and kept a steady pressure. The second finger found its way into me and then she began finger-fucking my ass again. The lube made everything slippery and my sphincter adjusted. In only a few moments, I was once more moaning with pleasure.Megan kept up her movements for a few minutes and then added a third finger. I tensed, then relaxed. I was more than happy to do this and went and gathered all the tools and equipment I would need. I started in the front yard and finished it in no time at all. I then moved to the back yard it is much bigger than our front yard and more tress and stuff to work around. My mom and dad have a deck that over looks the back yard though they do not have a pool my dad had put in a large hot tub and during the summer we would just sit in the cool water. I got to working in the yard and noticed my mom. As you wash your hand, you see yourself on the mirror and smile at yourself recalling your discovery of the ability to turn invisible when you were a kid. In the blink of an eye, your reflection disappears off the mirror. There is only a t-shirt hovering with what seems like a hollow power suspending it. You try to comb your hair in that state and starts to laugh. Your homemade comedy ended with a loud phone ring. You quickly run to the phone to pick it up."Who's this? Do you know what time it. “I think I’m stuck!”I hesitated for a moment. I wasn’t sure that I was ready for this, but the look on her face propelled me to take what was clearly the next step. I quickly hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and, while she lifted herself up of the worktop, I began to peel her shorts down her thighs. I could have easily passed out as her wet pussy appeared, pointing straight at me, seeming to thrust up in my direction. I stared straight at it, as I finished pulling her shorts.