She looked at me quite often to make sure it pleased me. I’d nod my head and smile and wonder what it was she wanted to do for her. She kept on toyi...g or playing with my limp cock. “Joseph, do you wish to touch me?” she said as she looked at me. “Greta, do you want me to touch or feel you somewhere in particular?” I asked. She looked at me some more and finally she smiled. “Yes Joseph,” she said. “In all honesty I’d like it if you’d feel and touch my umm breasts.” She looked at me and then she. I waited for her to tell me off and ask me to leave the room. I felt sure this was the end of our session.“I’m just interested that’s all.” I stammered. I realized that whilst we had been talking my middle finger had slipped further into Auntie Eleanor’s pussy and was now up to the second knuckle. I tried to keep still so as not to annoy her. The room was silent for what seemed like an age and then,“We rub our fingers between our legs… ” she muttered. I was right! I was actually playing. My mind raced with possibilities until I recalled a brief conversation from last week. Liz was fascinated by sex toys for men, in particular the ones in which were inserted into the eye of the monster. I distinctly remembered her saying “You are always shoving things in me, and I love it” in her most persuasive tone. The long, thin, spirally objects slowly and gently made its way down the hole. It was a weird feeling, but not entirely bad. Liz twisted and teased it up and down for a little. You help by lifting your ass up and then your feet. MMM I stuff the panties in my pocket. I push your knees apart and kiss your inner thigh. You shiver as you feel my tongue and lips move lightly up and down your thigh. Your skirt is around your waist. My fingers are teasing your pussy lips and grasping them and then pulling out and apart. My thumb and forefinger of each hand have grasped the pussy lips and pulled out and apart. You like the feel and spread your legs as wide as possible.