Unhone ne meri T shit nikaal phenki.Thodi dere mere hontho ko choosne ke baad wo boli- “Tumne to doodh pee liya. Ab mujhe bhi kuchh peena hai.”Phi... wo niche farsh pe baith gayi aur meri jeans utaar ke phenk di. Ab main poora nanga sofe pe baitha hua tha. Mere lund ko dekh ke unke munh se aah nikal gayi.“Wowwww!! Itna sundar aur itna hard…………itna mota. Kyaa baat hai……..chhoti umar me badi kaamyabi” aunty boli.Wo mere lund se khelne lagi apne haathon se sahlaya jeebh se chaata aur phir poora munh. Tell you what, Jess, get down on your knees and get over here and I'll let you know in about thirty seconds," I said, pulling down the zipper on my jeans and popping my cock out through the fly hole."You can't remember? I gave you a blowie just last night. You insisted on it halfway through watching that rude documentary on Channel 4 called My Daughter the Teenage Nudist." Nevertheless, it won't hurt to refresh my memory."Just as Jessie dropped to her knees there came the sound of a key. “It’ll never happen again, Sir.” She mumbled, lookingdown at the floor.“You’re goddamn right it won’t!” The blood streamingdown from her ruined nipples actually looked prettysexy and I was getting hard. “Let’s go Cunt. You’ve gotwork to do.”Shannon was waiting for us in the backyard with a big,shit-eating grin on her face. She had staked out arectangle next to the other rose bushes, just like Ihad told her to. Shannon and It. Fourteen times since lunch plus eleven in the morning, twenty five in total. Correction, twenty six, again while sitting there counting all the other times.She picked up the pen and wrote, 'Today I have masturbated 26 times and my clit is demanding more attention. I am incapable of resisting it. When it starts throbbing I can do nothing until it is satisfied.'It had started as a joke. Beverley and Carol had given each other five year diaries on their eighteenth birthdays and both had promised.