She was panting with the effort she had put into her own pleasure. "God! I needed that," she whispered hoarsely. There was a slight pause. "Your turn ...ince," she quietly ordered me, "don't spare me. I want it hard and deep. Hurt me Vince, hurt me." Her words were music to my ears; my straining prick seemed to expand in response. I hadn't realized how uninhabited and sexually voracious she was. At family gatherings she was always demure and a 'nice girl' as far as the aunts were concerned. I. Apparently, using the wonder that is the cell phone network, the evening had grown from an intimate informal get-together to a formal party while I was not looking. I said that of course they could attend and stay at the Casa long as they liked. “Your cousin is looking forward to seeing you,” I said regarding Marta. I would drive Qwit and pick up Zar on the way to the Casa. Qwit was especially excited, Marta cooked wonderful meals, and she was sure to be very entertaining, especially to him,. I enjoy spending time in this room where entrance is only by invitation." I appreciate being of those who you invite in here," I said. "It's really a privilege." You are special as I hear," she said. "They tell me you like behinds." Only the sexiest ones," I said. "I noticed you got yourself a wonderful one." Thank you," she said, blushing slightly. "Did you notice it already?" It's my passion," I said. "And I noticed you have thong panties on. Of course, you don't expect me to come this far. "John with an H," she heard the name inside her head, she could no more pretend it was Henry than fly to the moon, Henry was an in bed, lights out, curtains drawn sort of lover, but John with a H, well he had already made love, well, perhaps screwed was a more accurate description, but John had sex with her before an audience.So John brought her to the first orgasm of the evening, unbeknown to him as he was ten miles away watching a repeat of Top Gear on TV at the time, and she gently lazed in.