All through my morning shower, I smiled and actually giggled. My god, I masturbated with him holding me. I let my son masturbate in my bed while I lay...next to him and kissed him. All because the minuteman failed to meet my expectations on every level and left me feeling sexually used and unfulfilled.What I did with John was not even close to half of what I had imagined doing with Peter. But I got more sexual satisfaction from John’s kisses than Peter’s cock being shoved up my pussy.Despite my. “No Mary” I stammered, slightly in awe and embarrassment. “Mistress!” she pointed out was what we agreed.She walked down the hallway chatting about something or other, I didn’t know I watched her peach like ass moving. Then she turned to face me, grabbed the sides of my face and started kissing. It took no time for her tongue to part my lips and start searching me. It felt so good, goose pimples worked up my back, and my cock started to harden in my jeans. Then she stopped.“Upstairs, first door. I was getting better at masturbating her and she was getting more sensitive each time too. Then that last time Mary had so many orgasms that I could not count them. All I knew was that my sister was smiling, Mary’s miniskirt was wet in the front, and that there was a small puddle on the floor between Jimmy and I.My reward was not as good as I had anticipated. I felt sure that Mary’s offer of sex would get an equal or better offer…but it didn’t. What I did get was to see the class slut naked for. ”“Good for Linda. She always did like you.”He moved close and smiled into her eyes. “You did once upon a time,” he whispered.“Yes, once.” She stepped back. “Maybe I’ve grown up ... at long last.”“Gina...”“I’m sorry, Robert. Will you excuse me?”Without waiting for a reply, she turned and strode from the lounge. It was fortunate everyone was too busy talking to see her tears.Linda and husband Terry owned a rambling house with massive grounds, so it was over an hour before Gina saw Robert again..