I wasn't deep enough yet to take a cock into my cunt, but I was inserting my finger into myself every day to see how much deeper I was getting. And I ...as ALWAYS wet.But I wasn't only inserting my finger into my cunt.When Janet had said she would make my ass, mouth, andtits more sensitive, I hadn't really understood thedegree that she was talking about. I found it almostimpossible to stop fingering my pussy and ass, and ifI had something to suck on or someone to fondle mytitties at the same. She pulled away and said "It's for mum". Her mum was Joanne, 41, divorced, 5'6" around 12 stone. She was wearing pants and a blue top, had shoulder length dark hair and not a bad figure. Katy called downstairs to her mum and she came up. I said to Katy "Where will you be", she said she was going out for a while.I walked into Jo's bedroom and she followed me in saying "I feel a little awkward", I approached her and said "Don't be silly, you were egging Katy on when I saw you before", she said "I. You can save the rest and heat it up in the microwave later before you go to bed." You're pretty smart, young lady. That's exactly what I do most nights."When the meal was finished, Diane put some clear wrap over my plate and put it in the refrigerator."We can heat it up whenever you want, Doug," she smiled."Uhhm ... I need to find a motel, Diane. I wasn't planning to stay here." Well, now you are. Go bring your things in and put them in the master bedroom. We'll deal with the sleeping. Taking my left leg, you stretch it out, then bend up my knee and secure a band behind my knee, angling it to the head of the bed as well, and repeat the process with my right leg. My body quivers in anticipation, my legs are bent up, sprawled and help open by the ties. You chuckle, I am helpless before you. Your fingers dip into my pussy, knowing I’ll be wet and you glide them up and down my slit, watching as my breath hitches and my eyes glaze over. You slide your hand up, and pinch my.