She was managing to take 4 inches of my shaft in her mouth while she was also jacking me off with her hand. I was getting harder and harder from Ashle...’s ministrations. She was a natural cocksucker and seemed to enjoy what she was doing. Although one hand was helping to get me off her other hand was busy in-between her own legs as she played with her pussy.Mary-Kate could take no more of her sister’s antics and started to scream.“Ashley! My God what are you doing! How can you touch that. ’ ‘Certainly, my dear.’ Before she could do anything to stop it, a noisier, smellier fart escaped from Anne’s bottom, and she headed straight up to the bathroom, which was second on the left at the top of the stairs. Not bothering to the lock the door, she lifted the toilet seat, raised her skirt, pulled down her white maxi panties and sat down. ‘Parp!’ A loud fart escaped and echoed round the toilet bowl. Barely needing to push at all, she heard the familiar crackling sound as a large, almost. In reality she poked it with her index finger. And with that the daughter let out a soft, "Wow." Her breast was quite soft. But there was an unnatural firmness too. Almost an enviable firmness. A youthful, sensual, feminine firmness. After the poke came the lift. First with right hand, then with both her right and left hand. The weight felt normal. After the lift came the hold. Two hands. Palms out. The kind of hold all women do. The kind of hold a woman does sexually to herself, as well as. You are thinking about your ex-girlfriend and that it has been a while since you unloaded with fury. That moment in which you are so distracted you get a text message. You quickly take out your phone to check the message, its a number you cant place but you read the message anyway. "Hey you, how have you been!Sorry for bothering you at this hour but would you care for a drink at my place?I am home alone and bored to death ;) xXx" You think...ok, who could this be?! Could it be your ex or just a.