She then asked how my night went and started a conversation. What a relief I thought in my head she has no clue what I was doing. What would she say? ...r what would she think of me? after we were finished talking in the kitchen I decided to go to sleep. By this time I couldn”t stop thinking about what I had just saw. An hour passed and I could not sleep. I got out of bed to go make myself something to eat when I walked past my stepmothers room I saw she was laying in bed completely naked. I knew. ”“Well, that’s another reason why I left when I did, Mother wanted me to marry a Polish girl who she picked out for me.”“Oh dear, and by leaving home, you put more workload back on your Dad?”“Yes. Something like that.”“How will he be with you tonight, especially with you bringing me here?”“He’ll be all right once we get stuck into the delivering. It’s Mother that is the one that I worry about. I think I better warn you that, like your mother, my mother has probably invited the poor girl. As I told Auntie what had happened her hand strayed up her skirt and I heard that now familiar panting and her face started to flush. When I saw that my cock started to pulse and I knew trouble was in store, By the time I explained about Catherines clit and what my cock could do to her vagina I was fit to burst.Aunt Mairi by now was flustered and was telling me that only women knew these things not girls and if I needed or wanted to learn then she would be happy to teach me and not to listen to. "What the?" squealed Shelly, "Fuck! Let me go!" Fay was laughing loudly and its tone had changed from one of playfulness to one of intent. Leaning in to kiss her, Shelly wriggled, flailing her legs as Fay pressed her mouth hard against hers. With both legs, Shelly resorted to kicking outwards struggling to fend Fay away. In an effort to tame her insurrection, Fay's hand disappeared up Shelly's dress and in a breathless groan, Shelly was suddenly still. "Fuck! Fuck! Stop!... Stop!" croaked.