It was glorious to have such a youthful injection around the place and I told him so."It gets incredibly tedious rattling round here by myself." I com...lained, running a manicured nail up and down through the condensation on my glass. "Greg's never home and even when he is; he's holed up in his bloody office or on his phone!" Is Uncle Greg still a total work-a-holic then?" Greg grinned at me across the table, his teeth neat and white against his tan."You can laugh!" I chided, "He's no fun at. Bitch." Each hate-filled scream a blow to my blood-engorged sex. Swollen vulva. Throbbing clitoris. Labia spread and inviting. The ridiculous, bubbling mass of wetness squelching beneath each touch of my wooden tormentor. Smashing hard again and again and again, hips thrusting up to meet each blow, knees twitching closed before dragging themselves wide once more, arse cheeks dragging themselves raw on willow spikes. Yet still, I want more. Need more. Demand more. Still, the hurt, the pain, the. I woke early and was able to have a quick shower before my guests appeared. I slipped on my white sports shorts and realized they were becoming transparent because I hadn’t dried myself properly.I had just reached the kitchen when a bleary-eyed Jenny came slowly down the stairs, still in her sleep shorts and had put her little crop top back on.She saw that I was preparing coffee and plonked herself on the stool and looked at my transparent shorts,“Why are your shorts wet?” she asked with a. But in my mind it was clear, she enjoyed it.Our waiter checked back on us every couple of minutes, each time lingering a couple seconds longer than necessary.When he gave us the bill I saw that his phone number was on it. I smirked. I looked at the waiter and said, "Neither of us swing that way, but do you like to watch?"The guy, who probably seemed confident when he put his number down, now was way out of his league. He babbled, "Um, yeah, I."Gwen, surprising me, stood up, moved towards him,.