"Thank you." It was barely more than a whisper. There was a sort of tension in the air as we finished, but then Tania went to the fridge and extracted...a chocolate mousse. "Made this, too." Wow!" It, too, was excellent. Normally, I'm not enthusiastic about such things; I like solid puddings, pies, sponges, that sort of thing. But she'd gone to that trouble, and it was light, fluffy, and rich. "This is very, very good," I praised."Would you like coffee now?" Thanks, but I think redbush would be. It hurt tremendously. But I noticed that my dick was getting hard at the same time. It was very strange and confusing to be in such humiliation and pain but also to feel my hardness pressing against her legs. Now at that age I was an old hand at masturbation. I had much experience with my father’s Playboy collection and had practiced self pleasure many, many times. I knew that if this kept up not only would my Aunt notice, but I could actually have an accident. About that time. Just as im about to go down stairs i can hear the girls giggle and Debbie is coming to my door, she pushes me back in my room and closes the door "the girls fancy pizza tonight and loads of fun" she says with a smile on her face "sure thing was just about to get things sorted" i replie, she looks me up and down and smiles "wow don't think your pj bottoms are gonna last tonight" she giggles, she rubs my cock making me instantly hard "you got 30 mins then we are coming down stairs" with that she. ”“It’s got a tank that holds a hundred litres of fresh water, and I even have a portable shower. She can get about seven hundred klicks to a tank of fuel, and the suspension is to die for. She handles dirt roads like bitumen. You should see some of the places I’ve had this baby,” she told him as she stroked the vehicle fondly.The double-bed mattress was behind the cab and curtains could be drawn for privacy. The storage cupboards and visible flooring were done in a light pink-toned wooden.