The stranger was feeling her up, she had only one beer so she managed to get out of the stranger’s reach but became horny and decided she waited eno...gh. She grabbed Ronnie and went upstairs. Ronnie was a mess. He was totally wasted. They managed to find a vacant bedroom.It was large and had a large king size bed. It was the room they witnessed the orgy. It must be where Derek’s parents slept. Priscilla went to work, held his face and kissed him, but got disappointed with Ronnie’s apathy. She. No problem I thought, until she brought a bucket out and held it and said, “Go on, it’s not if I’ve never seen your willie before”. “No I can’t do that in front of you” I said. “Don’t be shy, you may enjoy it” aunt said. She was at that time a buxom type of lady, 45 years old , and was always forthright in things she said and did. I was ready to refuse and go down the garden and pee behind some outbuildings, when she started to fumble at the zipper on my trousers, “Ok, I’ll do it, but I hope. If she seemed reluctant–Steve really was a find!–she’d back it up with a little feminine charm of her own. (For some reason, she suspected that Dorothy might be susceptible to that approach.) And if that still did not work, she’d produce the videotape and audio tape, tell her what was on them, and wait for the chips to fall where they may. She hoped that it did not come to that, but Louise was a little desperate, both to have Steve at least partly to herself, and partly to protect herself. She. Remembering the smell and taste of her pussy causes me to rub my clit ever harder. I can feel my orgasm beginning. I squeeze my muscles more tightly around my toy. As I allow my mind to drift back to last night's memories, I cum. Shoving pinky in as deep as I can and giving my clit one last pinch, I fall over the edge. I stretch out my legs as I arch my back. I allow my orgasm to wash over me, my hips continuing to move. I'm trying to keep Pinky inside of me. Breathing heavily, I slowly start.