She was partly ashamed of how prudish she had been, but also ashamed of how Tom made her show of her body nowadays. She remembered how guilty she felt...when she discovered masturbation. How she had traveled to a different city to go confess because she did not want the priest in their town to know. Julie remembered how bad and helpless she had felt when she slowly got more and more addicted to fingering herself. She recalled the endless hand washing to get the smell of her fingers, and the sense. Touched, and wondering how her friend knew how well Mark was trained, with a smile she began the washing up, Milly would be round soon, and she would demand an explanation. Sharp at 10 the door went, it being Milly, a bag of work clothes in hand. She said “she had sent on the parcel, not fetched it herself as she was waiting for the meter reader to call, and she wasn’t sure she could get here but she needn`t have worried as he came early…” Swiftly Sheila just hauled her to her body and kissed. But as excited as she was about all these events, it was seeing her Aunt Hazel that she was most looking forward to. She smiles as she walks into her white and pink bedroom and falls back on her bed. The thoughts of her beautiful and sexy Aunt Hazel floods her mind. She still can't stop thinking about the last time they saw each other, and what almost happened between them. She still wonders to this day what would have happened if Sam hadn't come home when he did. She wonders just how fur they. With the exception of the large cock between her legs, Benita was all woman, and a hot one at that. ‘So you’ve always had a . . . been like this?’ Stacey asked in curiosity as she moved in to inspect Benita’s groin closer. ‘Do you still have a pussy?’ she asked as she looked in earnest at Benita’s cock. ‘Yes, I’ve always had a cock,’ Benita lied, not sure how to explain the real story. ‘I still have a pussy, see,’ she added as she shifted forward, lifted her cock to put her pussy on display. .