My mum told me to not get into any "foolishness" with Rose because she was sort of a "pretty young thing" even in her late thirties. She really didn't...have to warn me. I had a pretty good idea of just how unrestrained my Auntie Rose could be.It was only two in the afternoon and the bottle of red wine on the bed stand was half empty. With Rose that really didn't mean anything because she drank the stuff like water with very little effect. Her danger periods were in the evening hours when she. He didn’t. He rolled me on top of him instead. I was nose to nose with him, holding myself up so my face wouldn’t fall onto his. He wanted me to kiss him. More than that. He expected me to. I took a breath and landed my face on his shoulder. He played with my hair. His fingers stroked my thigh. My stomach did its thing again. He stroked my thighs so lightly with his fingers for a few minutes. He kept playing with my hair with the other hand. It felt so relaxing and warm and delicious. I purred.. I pretended to trip as my index finger dipped into her navel and my finger-man stumbled and fell onto her tummy. She broke into a chuckle and I looked up to see her watching what I was doing in amusement. ‘Having fun?’ she said loud enough only for me to hear. I shrugged and smiled. My finger-man struggled back to his feet and continued his trek up her torso, each step more grueling than the last as he got closer to the valley between the peaks. The Pink Panther tune was reaching a crescendo. Debbie and Steve are awestruck and engaged in heated petting while not taking their eyes off Sonia.Because I am right handed and swinging from the right I find it difficult to land an accurate hit on the right teat so I move a little closer and say to Steve, “ I will now wrap the whip right around her back so the tips hits her right nipple”.I swing firm but stop the movement as the whip contacts her side this allows the remaining tail to wrap her body, it doesn’t cause much stress on her back.