You get off and your tongue doesn't have to work so hard and it feels so soothing on my bruised and ravished swollen cunt, and it really feels good t... get off when you do that to me."She did say that when Nick wasn't around and she needed a quickie, than my tiny prick and tongue would be more than welcomed as a way, in her words, "to take the edge off her horniness" while she was "waiting on his big dick".Again, I was at a loss for words. I'd basically been relegated to "sloppy seconds",. At least on line. Sharon had moved her practice to the other side of town and they had bought a nice house close by. Bonnie and Sharon had always talked about getting together to have lunch or something but their schedules never seem to allow it. For a few years they only stayed in touch via Facebook or the phone. As fate would have it, we moved to the other side of town so that I no longer had a 1 hour commute twice a day. Bonnie and Sharon finally were able to get together. They decided to go. Maybe spurred on by the neighbour’s exploits, I double-checked she was asleep on the sunbed, I reckoned I had five minutes at best before there was a knock on the door.I ran into my auntie’s bedroom.It was quite large, and they had a king-sized bed. They probably needed it, as my uncle was big, and fat, and my auntie was tall too.I perched quickly on its edge and bounced on it. Thinking of all the action this bed had seen over the years. It was a little springy too. I thought about my cousin’s. Throughout my teenage years I kissed so many girls that I lost count. Now having sex was a whole other story.My first masturbation came the same year Kelly taught me how to kiss. Like most inquisitive kids, my favorite magazine was National Geographic Explorer. It had all the tribal women in it with their tits hanging out. Even though it wasn't the most pleasing to the eye, it was a turn on for a young kid. Every time I went to the library, I looked for that magazine, hoping the latest issue.