" I reassured them both loudly. "At least we can't damage each other if we're stuck together." I added quietly to my son."Its not that I'm afraid of M...m, you don't understand, you have to let me go." His voice was urgent now, and suddenly, I did understand. In the few seconds that had passed since falling onto my son, I had been aware of his hard hip bone, intermittently prodding my upper thigh at the base of my ass. Distracted I had paid it little heed, but now I realized it was not in fact. The cool water inside was trickled onto my back, making me shivering with pleasure. Handling the empty vase, he whispered in my ear that he was going to make me feel pleasure.I waited breathlessly, for what would come next.I felt the vase, so cool, rubbing against my buttocks, down to my slit and up to my clit. He rubbed it gently and then with more intensity. The vase fitted so perfectly against my cunt and I was getting even wetter with excitement. He suddenly placed the vase at the opening. Oh, I see. Annie. It's the diminutive. Like with..." like with children, or pets, I had been about to say. "You don't mind, do you?" Oh, no, of course not, Sir. I ... I like it, Sir." She was blushing, I realised with some surprise."Hmm. Well, names are odd things. After all, I have to put up with you calling me 'Sir' all the time." Sir! Oh, sorry. But ... it would feel so wrong to use your first name, Sir and ... what else can I say?" Do you actually think of me as a 'Sir'?" I asked with. What’s more she got down on her knees to where she could nibble her sister’s clit with her teeth. She then took down the panties so she could do so. ?Piss on me, Bitch and it will go VERY hard on you,? advised Jenny. Brandy shook her head. How could she hold it in? She had to though and that added to her discomfort. Jenny began to stretch out Brandy’s already pounding clit with tongue and teeth. The teeth were sharp and made Brandy squeal. ?Do you like this, sis?? asked Jenny. Brandy.