Taken some what aback, Agatha soon recovered and hoisted her skirt up round her waist and pulled her panties to one side using her other hand to sprea... her cunt lips and revealing her clit. It was not larger than John's weedy cock but was close. Agatha then took details of the type of underwear they wished to look at and was intrigued when Wayne demanded three duplicate sets of white stockings, bright red suspender belts and black Basque with red hearts on them to finish off he wanted black. She began to shudder as his tongue flicked over her clit, keeping her just below the point of no return. It came upon her in a rush, a hot wave of energy that swept through her, and then crashed back down into her sex. She couldn’t contain the loud whimper that burst from her lips as she came and clamped her legs tight around Steve’s head. His tongue never stopped – never slowed – drawing out her rapture. Kia came and came, her body completely beyond her control, the sounds of her cries muted. She knew he was just trying to make everything seem normal. She knew he was glad that she was going to sl**p. ‘Yeah. I’m a little tired.’ It was the truth. She wasn’t tried because of her work. She was tired of herself, her constant state of mind where she debated about the moralities of sl**ping with her own son. She was tired of guessing what her son was thinking. She was tired of craving her son. She was tired of being sexually attracted to her son. She was tired having all her hopes dashed. I just couldn’t help myself, I grabbed the lube and put it on my hand and pushed 4 fingers into Tim’s abused ass. He didn’t even grunt or moan or anything…might as well try squeezing the thumb in. That got his attention, but Fred still has him in the bear hug. I applied a little pressure and began rotating my hand back and forth. It is slowly sinking in, past the 2nd knuckles.I keep the pressure and twisting action going, Tim started moaning again but Fred put a lip lock on him, and they start.