"Does the name 'Charles Dickens' mean anything to you?" Digger demanded."Wasn't he that funny-looking narrator on that puppet version of A Christmas C...rol? The guy the rat was always following around?" Right," Digger confirmed as the trio finally reached Cynthia.The young woman waggled her eyebrows. "I know a secret," she singsonged."And what might this secret be?" asked Digger. "That you got laid last night?" That's my little sister you're talking about!" protested Harry indignantly."Have you. Me: ha ha ha. Yes I knew you were watching. And the fact you moaned. You enjoyed what you saw.Smitha: of course I did. I fingered my self the whole night. What do you expect.?Me: I am glad you did enjoy.Smitha: You bastard you also ogle me a lot. Specially at my boobs.Me: that’s obvious aunty. To be frank. I must have fucked my gf imaging it was you many timez.Smitha: Bastard. I guess its time to make your fantasies come true.She then just fell over me and started smooching me like mad. I. There was just nothing I could do! How to put off the contraption? There was no place to sit down and this vibrating contraption lodged deep inside my vagina was making me see stars. I slowly walked to a bus stop and sat down to ride over this sensation. My face was flushed my palms wet and skin all goose pimples. Then it stopped. Slowly I relaxed but could feel a wetness developing inside. I hailed an auto rick and told him to take me to Central Park. Few minutes later it started again. This. Holy shit! exclaimed Carly. How much deeper and harder can you go? I still have a little more to go, replied Freddie, grinning. I dont want to put it all in, because I might hurt you. Stop being such a pussy, laughed Carly. Act like a man, youve acted like one until now. I dont give a shit about your worries. I want your whole cock inside me, and I want you to be fucking me with all your might. Whatever you say, answered Freddie. Freddie listened to Carly and pushed his entire cock into Carlys.