" It wasn't warm, it was rather cool, but I needed an excuse to start getting my clothes off. I undid several buttons on my blouse and pulled it open....Instantly, John's eyes were riveted to my cleavage. I was now ready to be fucked more than ever, so I cut out the preamble and said, "When you were standing behind me just then John, was that your cock I could feel digging in to my arse?"John looked mortified, he stuttered and stumbled, "S... sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to, it was..." I stopped. And then I felt her finger pressing between my cunt lips once more, claiming me, much to my delight.I got lost, again, forgetting about Mr. V, about Candy, about everything but the look in my Mistress’s eyes, our gazes locked, as she continued to fuck me, at first with a single digit, and then with two. Unable to help myself, I began to pant and roll my hips until she simply stopped, and held them inside of me, letting me do all the work, her thumb pressing into my clit every time I rocked. I watched in some amazement as the first six inches slid in with ease, then seven, then eight. Her eyes were bulging as she tried to get the last inch into her throat. Gasping for air, she let him out of her and remarked ‘Eight down, one to go!’ and licked up and down his cock to make it even wetter. She took him back into her mouth with a little help from him grabbing the back of her head, this time she managed to take the full length down her throat. Her eyes looked to me in lustful triumph. So as I walked up to the house and into the kitchen/dining room, I realized I was just in my pajama pants and probably had morning wood. I cursed myself and thought about dying puppies to make it go down and good for me, it did, but what I didn't know was that the whole teenage group of Swedes had seen it and were, I guess, impressed. I sat down and ignored my babbling mother and smiled at my Auntie Ronda, who has a body to die for, for a forty-something year old woman. She has a killer tan,.