Sliding smoothly along velvet flesh, and gripping firmly as if mimicking the walls of her inner wetness. She touches herself but it is my hand that fe...ls her inner wetness, and it is my hand that scoops up her liquids and brings them by fingertips to my lips, as I taste her nectar. As I taste your nectar. And inhale and remember that scent of a long time ago. It is dark. I am alone. A continent away. But as I touch myself I am being touched. My hardness grows and my shaft arches, pointing up. JOHNNY WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN HERE!Aunt Franny's in my bathroom I blurted out.Can't you wait?No mom it can't wait.Mom barley cover her pussy with her hand. I could tell she had a little patch of hair. She was looking at my dick more then she was me.I just stood there looking at her big tits. She had the same long nipples as my Aunt but darker areola, more brown then pink.I started to stroke my dick looking at her big tits and those huge dark nipples.Mom moved her hand from her. I am unsure what intrigued me, but I wanted to know what it would feel like. One morning when he woke me up, I asked if he would try and put the tip of his penis into my hole. He enthusiastically obliged and after lots of lube and fingers, he pushed his bell end inside me. I was shocked at how good it felt. He pulled out and we had passionate sex, with me asking him to come all over my pert tits. Through out that day I felt the urge to feel something else up my ass. I found my boyfriend’s. She stuffed a pillow under her head, put her feet on the bed and spread her legs. “I haven’t come in a long time. Would you tongue me for a while?” she asked seductively. I lay between her legs and cradled my head between her thighs. She closed them, gently pressing my face into her warm pubic bush. My tongue teased her slit but soon discovered that she was more than ready; she was flowing. I used my tongue to jab in and out of her and when I finally worked on her clit, her thighs clamped.