She felt clicks, uneven jarrings as the two roller bearings knocked together and against the plastic jiji. The movements were almost imperceptible. Sh... held her breath to not disrupt the rhythm of that inner wobbling, or to calculate it. But there was no rhythm. The lack of one tantalized her until she began to initiate one, forcing down, sucking back. The egg-shaped blob was everywhere and nowhere."Give with it, darling," Rita smiled.Susie gave, found herself prickling all over, her titties. She had been the one to first sink her teeth into the ripe red orb hanging off the tree. The tree of knowledge of good and evil. Or wonderful and wrong, they were making up language as they went along. She still had not come up with a name for the furry thing that had the beak of a duck but looked like a flattened beaver otherwise.Speaking of beavers, she realized that her son's erection was still prodding at her mid-section. And that her center was responding with small thrust of it's own,. She said she had been OK all day but it all just hit her while she had a moment at the station.Then she came over and sat in my lap facing me, hugged me tight and started crying again. I held her and kissed her neck to get her to calm down. After a few minutes she started to calm down and I noticed that each time I kissed close to her ear she shivered a little and her nipples were poking me in the chest. I then whispered in her ear “why don’t we go out and see if I can fix your car?”She. She liked her booze and her men. We lived in a duplex so we always used the back door. As I walked past the living room window, movement caught my eye. I stopped, looked through the window, and saw people wrestling on the couch. After a closer look, it wasn't people and they weren't wrestling. It was my Aunt and a man. My Aunt Christine was laying on the couch in a bra and half slip, while a man was on top of her with his head between her legs. I focused in and saw it was Stanley, an.