Her happiness ebbed away. She would just have to make the best of it and hide her real feelings. She fought back tears and, when she heard Steven come...out of the bathroom, went there herself.Steven went down to the kitchen in his dressing gown and put the coffee on. While it was brewing he got out the makings of breakfast and started on fried bread and bacon. At that stage Becca came in also in her dressing gown."Good morning, Uncle Steven. Sorry I'm so late. Let me take over." Good morning,. My hips bucked as I rose up trying to get more of my clit into his mouth. “Suck it,” I said gasping. My hand on the back of his head, he took my clit into his mouth as sucked me so nice and hard. He licked, lapped my juices and then stuck one finger deep into my tight manhole. One finger, than two as I opened up. “Fuck, that’s good”, I moaned. “Stop. Stop, man, I don’t want to cum yet”. His fingers slide out of my hole and he forcefully fed me my own juice. I sucked his fingers good and. Not with the energy or heft of Alex, but still impressive given what he had already delivered into her just that morning. That’s when he turned her over, and tried to insert his newly hard rod where his little electric butt plug had been. She was wet enough, lubrication not being so much a problem in her mind as depth.Her cunt could take him all in, but her ass was a little more discriminating, even if Paul wasn’t quite as large as Jorge. Edy was game but reminded him to go slow and easy even. The mind is a powerful tool, and I suppose some would call this brain washing. In the ten months or so since I'd left home I had changed quite a bit, coming out of my shell more and more with my freedom. Dressing better in more modern clothes, using makeup, wearing high heels and of course indulging in sex whenever I wanted. So I started to believe I could do the things Emma suggested.I was excited to get the letter telling me when she would be coming for a visit one weekend, arriving on the.