Polly felt it push into her opening. She sat down on it and could feel her body being stretched. Aunt Becky showed her how to move up and down on the ...ew inches that was inside her. Something seemed to be in the way that kept it from going deeper. Polly could feel the demons churning inside her. Pressure was building in her belly. Sticky stuff was leaking down her thighs. Her nipples were swollen and felt like they were going to burst open. The ridge under the swollen tip of Uncle Bill’s hard. She massaged my thighs somewhat, but she didn't talk either. She kept me guessing, and I loved that, but of course, the sooner she stuck her tongue in my snatch, the better. Never before had I been so locked and loaded with a woman, so I fought the urge to scream.Her fingers went up and down on my lips and got even more of my juice on her chair. I brought my palms to my boobs and rubbed them ever so slowly. She certainly teased me to some extent, but I knew she had to do it on her own terms.My. Plenty of hair to play with and feeling moist. She opened her legs a bit and I got my middle finger stroking her slit, up and down slowly getting to the lips through the hair. Once there I got the tip of my finger in and moved it as much as I could. Within a few minutes of this she suddenly grabbed my hand and held it tight against her. I could feel her pussy muscles working on my finger and then she came. Her eyes were closed and I thought she was going to faint but she just slumped against me. Samantha came sitting next to me again and started pestering me. “You’re such a dork,” she giggled as she started tickling me again. The wrestling on the couch was on again. It was almost like it was a repeat of what happened the previous day. As the back of my hand brushed against her breast again, she stopped. “Why don’t you touch them? I know it gives you an erection, I could see it yesterday and even now,” I felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry Samantha, I didn’t mean to,” was all I could get out.