"Damn, I was hoping we were going to have a naked Saturday," Caitlyn said as she entered the kitchen as well. "I was ready to start stripping, but I d...dn't want to start too early and miss seeing anything." That's enough of that, girls," David told them, not sternly, but simply letting them know the jig was up, "I think the joke is about played out." Uh, I think someone has a question about that," Caitlyn pointed out. "They have their little hand up waving in the air, looking for recognition.". Pulling, yanking and twisting the streaming, long denied, pleasure current arrived in her womanhood and she jerked and twitched. There was a feeling of release. It was like when Don had done it. It reminded her of when she delivered Rebecca. She'd been so thirsty she could have drunk an ocean but all they would give her was ice chips. It was enough to keep her from dying, to keep her patched throat from welding itself shut, but in the end it was actually torturous she wanted more—she'd always. The woman finally straightened, glanced in the mirror. Aunt Barbara's blue eyes met Terry's. Even her boobs were awesome! Double-D cup breasts, puffy pink aureola, half-inch wide nipples. Mouth watering!Barbara noticed the sheet moving over his hand. She spun around, eyes wide."Are you... ?" She nodded at the tented sheet."Am I ... what? Jerking off? Yup. Damn, Aunt Barb, you're fine!"She dimpled, looked down. A finger absently curled her hair. She rubbed her thighs together."You think. Then I remembered my cell phone in my pocket and pressed the on button and the light from it hurt my eyes. I looked at the time. The date. I blinked my eyes to make sure I was seeing correctly. It was no mistake, it was midnight but 3 days after I had entered the tunnel. I dropped the cell phone as I blacked out.I stirred to the sound of knocking coming from the front door. I arose from my stupor like a man on a drunken binge. I looked around not sure what to make of everything. The sun was.