And as odd as it seemed, it wasn’t all that far-fetched. She wasn’t a blood relation, having merely married the boy’s uncle. So any inhibition... that would have normally been present, apparently were not. Unintentionally, she found herself wondering if he in the shower jerking off…thinking about her. It began as a thought of disgust, but somehow, after she’d dwelled on the idea for a few moments, it didn’t seem to gross her out as badly as she thought it should have. Well it’s not like we’re. Acting on impulse, she licked her finger, and was rewarded by a tangy, slightly salty taste that she immensely enjoyed. She cleaned her whole hand, and her arm. The juices flowed even more heavily. There was a small puddle at her feet. Suddenly, Emily sat up. She had a gleam in her eye that said quite plainly “My turn.” Quick as a flash, Emily rugby tackled her best friend onto the bed. Her mouth kissed Hazel’s again, and their tongues danced. Hazel knew that Emily must be able to taste. She came so hard she fell off the bed. Her performance had taken a lot out of her. About a pint of pussy juice I would say, judging by the state of the bottom sheet. ‘Now I want to see you jerk off,’ she told me. ‘Stroke that big stiff cock for me, loverboy.’ ‘Well, I’ve never done that with anyone watching before,’ I flustered. ‘Come on,’ she said. ‘I love the idea of watching guys jerk off. Sometimes I think I should get a job in one of those stripper booths where the guys all wank off and. ” With the same warm smile he asked, “How many people call you Lalo?” I wasn't sure how to answer that since it was only my ex that did in the first place. “Umm no one anymore,” just ran from my lips as I lost myself in his eyes again. At this time my panties were soaking wet. Every time I moved my legs I could feel the wetness against my waxed pussy. He just smiled again, “Lalo it is then.” I smiled at him and then excused myself. I had to get away from him before I soaked through my panties.