Her head was still working out what was happening. After a brief moment she began to kiss back, pushing slightly against his mouth. Their tongues bega... to intertwine and caress each other. Sarah’s arousal was peaking, or so she thought. The outfit she was wearing was really making her feel slutty and she felt like what she was doing now was living up to that feeling. She slid her tongue in with more passion and vigour and David responded to match it. He moved his hand up her leg and under her. I tried my best not to stare at the swell of her breasts, or her large, dark nipples. "I'm just... I..." I was dumbfounded. And I was caught. "If your father were here he'd whip you until you bled. Or worse!" "Yes, Ma'am," I admitted. "You need to be punished, but this is nothing that can wait until your parents get back," she continued. My prospects suddenly brightened; she was right, my father would have skinned me alive. I was willing to take whatever she decided was a fair punishment if he. I ordered them both to turn over but to keep their legs in the air and apart. My cock was getting back to full hardness so I decided to check out Roxy's younger cunt- the tightness was a pleasure to fuck and I could easily have cum again but I decided to pull out and wait. “Your aunty explained you'd be bareback sluts didn't she Roxy?” She answered yes sir so timidly I almost felt sorry for her, but shoved my cock back inside her as Dee laughed. I pulled her legs together to increase her. Even as I shook my head to deny the truth, he pressed his lips to my temple, feeling the beat of my heart. Damning me for a liar. And I let go. All the fears, all the realities, all the pain, the hurt, life. Wrapping myself around him, allowing myself to be with him. Simply, purely, completely with him. Finally. And in letting go, I found it. Everything I had feared and longed for. Sought and hid from. Right here in this man, this poet, the touch and breath that I had come to depend on. Twining.