For the moment it was the twelve year old who was in control as she caressed and whispered to him, soothing him back to reality. She was full of him, ...n more ways than one and she relished the feelings that still coursed through her youthful body. She was his plaything, his whore and his lover. He owned her cunt and ass hole and she owned every inch of that magnificent cock. It was hers to suck on or fondle with her fingers or writhe on with either of her two holes that were rapidly becoming. I excused myself and went back to the bar, returning with fresh drinks for all of us. As I approached, I could see Vanessa staring at me as she talked with her sister.“Thanks.” She said, taking her drink and eyeing me.I handed Rochelle hers and sat down.The bar was very full at this point and I was struggling to hear over the noise. The sisters were engaged in animated conversation and I returned to the bar for more drinks rather quickly. When I returned, Vanessa was eyeballing me even more. The toy dropped from her cunt. As she stepped from the harness she said,"Billy. Pull the plug. I think a shower would be better. Just in case My Little Men have a few squirts left." Her voice sounded hoarse but her eyes still had a twinkle and she seemed to glow even more. The three of us caressed each other till the water turned cool. Jean stepped from the tub and tip toed over to the pile of towels that were still in the doorway. Kicking a couple of dry ones over the wet ones,she motioned. It was last week, 30th of July, Pooja’s mom called me in the morning that today’s session she can’t continue as their family along with her are going Baroda, to attend a family function and will be back at late night. In some time I received an msg from Pooja, saying “Our session is ON; don’t make any other plans for today”. I knew what this was about, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. She had made an excuse of bad health to her family and convinced them to let her be at home and.