This simply makes me suck you harder and deeper and I can taste your precum in my mouth......mmmmm...... the guy has his fingers rubbing my clit hard ...nd I can feel an orgasm building. All I can focus on is making you cum for me - I'm not bothered about the gratification of the others around us - just yours and my orgasms and enjoyment. My lips and tongue work hard on your cock, rising and falling as fast as I can muster. I'm drooling all down your cock. I can feel it running down my chin and. As soon as everyone left I moved towards her and said we need to talk and she yes and still going on with her work of cutting the vegetables so I moved behind her to talk to her but I don’t know what was the problem was it the heat of the oven or smell of sex I knew she was wet I put my hands on her hips and I slowly started poking my hardness into her and she at first kept saying is this what you want to talk about, I didn’t say anything I just kept running my hands over hips and ass and then. “Men still have needs sweetheart.” He cuddled me closer to him and I felt a tingle in my pussy. He smelt good, even before a shower, he always did. His musky manliness invaded my senses. “But I can do all the things Mummy used to do,” I complained. “Princess, some things are not done by ‘daddy’s little girl’, you know that.” “You mean like this,” I said in a very soft voice, for some reason not daring to talk any louder as I slipped my hand beneath the duvet. God he was hard! My fingers. She smiled at me and let me in. I followed her down the hallway. I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs. She wore high heel black shoes that clicked noisily along the uncarpeted hallway. I also noticed she wore seemed stockings.We went into the large lounge and we sat side by side on the sofa. Auntie Jenny said, ‘I’m so pleased you looked after the cat while we were away. Was everything OK.’ I smiled nervously and felt myself blushing and replied that everything was fine.She asked me if I minded.