Whoa! I must be getting somewhere I thought.I kept working over that same spot with my tongue. The brunette was really getting into this. I was goi...g to make her cum! Then the pain exploded in my ribs again. I thought I was going to die as I tried to take a deep breath to deal with this new pain only to choke on her fluids. I could hear them talking as the brunette continued to rock on my face, still with a firm grip of hair.?Sorry Shaz. I knew you were close but he had a full blown. "How was your date tonight, Jacob," Aunt Jenny asked me, when she sat down."Oh, I still can't believe how beautiful Jenny and Holly were and how sexy they looked," I said, watching closely all the while to see if I could get a peek between her legs."You had a date with two girls?" Mom asked, as she sat."Sure did, Mom, the Felton sisters. God, they are gorgeous," I told her, checking for panties on her too."You must be quite a stud, Jacob, getting a date with two girls at the same time," Aunt. There followed the usual routine she followed most mornings: turn on the Nespresso machine; grab a mug; grab a coffee pod; and once the lights stop flashing press it once, and then a second time. The coffee machine still doing its thing she headed back to her bedroom, grabbing the clothes from the floor and throwing them into the laundry bin as she opened one of her drawers, pulling out a black, mid-thigh length, nightie she pulled it over her head as she headed back to the kitchen to retrieve. Her sweat made the polished wood slick, and the scent of the varnish reminded her fleetingly of the wax her mother used at home. She heard the whip dropped across the iron brace of the beam. Its sound, stiff leather on wood, clipped the air softly and died, belying the power, the sting. The long dreaded end had come along with the end of the song. Sweat stung her eyes. The room smelled of it, mixed with the aroma of fragrant oil, fresh leather, scented candles, polished wood, and his musk..