After half an hour she too came to sleep in the same bed. During the night, I used to jerk-of before sleeping. But in the presence of the aunt I was u...able to do that. So I waited till she was fast asleep. After nearly half an hour I took out my Kuttan (dick) and started shaking it, presuming that my aunt is sleeping. Once the oily fluid was out I cleaned up and slept.Next morning as I was reading some book she came to me and asked “what mischief were you doing in the night?” “What?” I was. I’M REBA SMITH. I’ve been sent by the alphabet soup department to collect a baby from Mr. Adams,” the redhead at the door said. Ramsey looked at her skeptically. Another Smith sent to collect Jack’s... Wait a minute.“It’s not right to make someone work on Thanksgiving,” I said. “Come in and join us for dinner. We’re just having drinks before we go downstairs for the meal.”“Oh yes, thank you.” Reba pranced into the room like she owned it, went directly to Jack and kissed him. He spit champagne. I woke up once, and I was so weak I couldn’t open my eyes. Slowly I became aware of a moaning sound from nearby. In my tiredness, it took a while for me to realize that I was listening to Truly masturbate. It was a common enough thing to hear, what with the thin wall that separated our rooms. Normally I wore earplugs to bed—for that reason among others—but in my sickness I must have forgotten to put them in. I forced myself to get up with the intention of finding them and going back to sleep,. I could feel the air blowing on my clit and held back from rubbing it – instead I propped my head up so that I could see the doorway, and closed my eyes waiting to hear the door crack. My heart was beating as the phone lit up. “I just pulled in, I’ll be right there.” My breath caught in my throat….I closed my eyes again and reached down to feel my wetness. I was drenched and ready for a deep fucking. I brought my fingers up and tasted my cunt juice…I wanted to know what he would be tasting. It.