Is she... I mean..." Mum," Shawna reached out and took her hands, squeezing them gently. "It's the three of us. I don't put Marcus above Hope, or vice...versa. They're the same. It's... We don't have a word for it, really. Think of it as she's my girlfriend, he's my boyfriend, and they have each other too — but it's not just three two-person relationships." There are more of you?" No, not that. I mean... Hope and I, by ourselves... We tried that before Christmas and it didn't work. But with. I hoped I looked good, too. It took a lot of work to get my messy blonde hair curled like this, and the makeup wasn't easy either. We walked silently until we reached the edge of the public beach, and then turned around and walked back to his car. The inside of my legs started to heat up, and the feeling spread up and down my thighs. In the dim light, I lightly rubbed my purse against my lady parts. I closed my eyes, walking slowly and carefully, trying not to trip, but stubbling occasionally.. I pulled his shirt up over his head and relished in his bare chest – smooth and tanned, I grabbed his right wrist and tied it tightly to the bed, then the left. I stood up and looked down at his helpless body, my eyes drifted down to his belt – I smiled a wicked smile. My fingers worked at the belt buckle as I quickly slid the wide leather band from his jeans, I could see the bulge straining against the denim and slowly unzipped the front. As I unzipped the dark blue material I could see a. My aunt covered her pussy and I saw nothing which pissed me off! I said that i was sorry that i interupted and headed upstairs for my bedroom. After about 10 minutes, I heard Stanley say goodbye and heard the front door close and my aunt locking it. I then decide to go downstairs and see if i could fuck auntie. Hell, she was frustrated and probably drunk. My hard 10 incher might make her forget about the i****t. I stripped to my boxer shorts and went downstairs. My aunt was sitting on.