This was better, but still not enough. “More,” I demanded. He laughed a bit, low so I couldn’t hear him very well. He obviously didn’t want ...e to know who he was. At this point, I am not so sure it is my husband. The scent from the shirt is slowly making its way to my brain. The shirt smells delicious, but not wholly familiar as my husband's scent should be. Then he was finger fucking me with two fingers, slowly. I moan in pleasure. “More, faster,” I asked with a moan. He pushes three. She kept her left hand stationary, but her right hand started softly touching up and down my inner thigh. It gave me the chills. I think she noticed my goosebumps because she whispered "are you ok?" I really wasn't, I was scared, it felt very wrong. At any moment I was afraid the twins would notice what was happening and I would get in trouble. But, I loved my aunt and I trusted her, so I nodded that I was ok.She kissed me again, this time the kiss was a little wet, almost like she had licked. “I suppose you do, you taught me English for five years.”“Oh god, how embarrassing!” She focused with a visible effort. “John Atkinson, isn’t it?”I was quite impressed, as far as I know, she’d not laid eyes on me since I left school after my GCSEs. “That’s right. Do you remember all your ex-students?”“Only some.” She giggled. I wasn’t sure what that was meant to mean so let it go and returned to immediate concerns. I didn’t see where the bloke went and didn’t want him following her. Probably. Then Sonya trailed her tongue down Gail’s spine to the top of her ass crack and slid the panties down her legs. She lapped up and down in between Gail’s ass cheeks as Troya wrapped her lips around Gail’s now rock hard nipples.Gail wanted to push Troya away but her arms were now being held tight at the wrists by Sonya. Troya kissed down Gail’s body until she reached her now wet pussy. Mouthing it, she ran her thick tongue up and down in between her inner pussy lips as Sonya dug her pointed.