It's so wet, auntie...- Yes, it is. Very wet. Let see some more of it...Carefully, my devious aunt manipulated the panties so that only a bunchedup, s...ggy string of cotton went between my parted pussy lips and continuedup into the crease separating my buttocks. Her clever hands held the clothtogether up near the elastic band and she alternately pulled behind my backor in front, causing the strip of bundled cloth to rhythmically move up anddown in my moist, hot snatch. At the same time I used. . a hottub, her imagination wonders to the bubbles erupting around them as their bodies mount in excitment for the awaited event. He ever so slowly advances to where she lays and starts to remove her soakened tank top, she moans for she so longed for his touch that now it's there she can't hold back.Just as he's ready to lift the tank top above her head she arches her back to invite him, he takes a nipple within his heated mouth and teases it with nibbles and tongue. She erupts her pleasure. I laughed. “Ah, okay,” I said. “What’s he doing now?”“He’s helping me take pictures,” she said. “And he’s waiting for instructions.”“Okay,” I answered, seeing how far I could go wit her. “Then I want him to film you while you spread your legs and start pissing right where you are now.” It was a bit of a risky demand, since not everyone is into that kind of stuff, but I figured the worst that could happen was for them to disconnect and leave me be. And in fact, for a few minutes it seemed as if. Michael: So what does that mean!! Say it.Melissa was reluctant but eventually sighed (even though not too emotionally).Melissa: I am your slave for the entire weekend.Michael: Say it again!!Melissa gave him a pissed-off look.Karen: (bold) Melissa, you made a wager and lost. Stop being such a sore loser and live to your end of the bargain.Doyle: Why do you always have to be such a bitch about everything?Melissa: (manning up a bit) I am your slave for the entire weekend.Michael: Good. From here.