I did not stop. I could feel that her warmth and lubrication were getting increased. Still she was making loud sounds.Luckily it was heavy rain lashin... outside and nobody could hear it After 3-4 minutes of pussy eating, aunty started to jump from the bed and making strange noises. “Ahhaa…aahoo…hooommmuuummm…aaawoowoo…Mmmm…ummm.”. I was still penetrating my tongue to her depth and she pressed my head towards her pussy. Then I noticed that some fluids are coming out of her hole, and it tasted. I took a deep breath and continued. Jean and I had always been more than just sisters. We were best friends. We played together when we were kids, and when we moved into the big house by the lake, we insisted on sharing a room. Papa had died when I was eight and Jean nine, and from that time on, the house was always in flux. But while we changed bedrooms twice as Jo, and then Jill and Jan left for college, we always share the same bedroom. I think the thing that kept us so close was the fact. If this was his account, then the man was filthy rich. And this probably wasn't all of it, Marie thought, suddenly putting two and two together. She hadn't taken much notice of his last name—it was common enough. But there was one particular family of that name notorious for their high society antics and flagrant displays of wealth. The children, now in middle age, were that way at least. The family owned a massive media and publishing conglomerate the patriarchal grandfather had been building. There were beaches and volleyball and riding and numerous other outdoor activities available to the children, but none were mandatory. It was the responsibility of the counselor(s) to develop an activities program for their cabin.In her first year as a counselor, Angie had delicately broached the subject of teen age sex, mixing it with other subjects throughout the campers stay. In the second year, as John joined her, the other subjects and activities were discarded and the entire focus was the.