” she said. “I'm... sorry you had to see that.”“I...” I began, “It's okay.”It wasn't exactly okay."We both know what you saw. It's nothi...g you should feel ashamed for."But it was. I turned away from her in my embarrassment.“I mean, masturbation is only normal and all, and I just had a bit of pent up-”“Master-what?” I asked, cutting her off. I turned around sharply in my chair. She looked at me in shock.“Wait, Jack, you're telling me you've never heard of masturbation?” She asked. I shrugged my. If he had found me, he WOULD kill me, and I had nothing left to fight with..."From there she went back into crying and wailing. Amy, Lucille, and I all held her together, and let her cry.I had one thought, this was going to be one sorry fucker, I would see to that!My other thought was That my little lady had a man sized set of balls!That was supposed to be a compliment. Take it as such.She did.After a couple of minutes, I motioned to Lucille to come with me. She slowly untangled herself from. My wonder was stopped by a sound behind me. I turned and saw Debby tossing her sundress aside and standing there before me completely nude. Her breasts were perfect. So perky that, with their size, I suspected them to be fake for a moment, but realized, to my delight, they were real. Her pussy was bare, but for a thin landing strip of dirty blonde hair pointing straight down and ending about half an inch from the very top of her lips. She was glorious.I quickly shucked my dress and panties,. She had a visitor at her place who wanted meet me. I immediately rejected saying people who need sex at 6 am in the morning generally would turn out to be freaks or drunkards and I was no mood to handle them. She explained that this guy came from the middle east and had a connecting flight in the afternoon. He was aunty’s regular client in past and was a generous donor. I decided what the hell let’s go ahead with it. I clearly informed her that i was sweaty and would need a shower at her home..