She could tell that she was already wet from the anticipation of the days events. As the bus started to fill with people she reached her hand into her...coat pocket and wrapped it around the remote control. Looking out of the window Emily pressed the first button putting the butterfly on to its lowest (yet surprisingly powerful) setting. She had to consciously hold in a little yelp as the pleasure from last night instantly returned. She gripped with her other hand tightly onto the bar in front of. I opened my eyes and she was kneeling along side the tub. She reached over to my hair and stroked it. "Poor baby" she said "poor baby, so hot, so hot, do you like it?" looking at her I said, "yes, I love it, I love it!" She leaned over the tub and kissed me. It was a soft gentle kiss, it was hot, wet, and I felt my cunt start to spasm again. Her kissing me seemed to take me over the edge.One thing I have noticed lately. I can have many wonderful climaxes. However, after 7-8 they seem to take a. First, this whole thing may well be the practical joke I first suspected. If so, the joke's on them. I got the car. End of game. I would put up with a lot of laughter to drive off with this prize.The next possibility is that she's exactly what she's represented to be. This would be possible because it's well known that The Highway changes you as you travel it. A car like Sally Carrera of Radiator Springs, USA, Somewhere in the Multiverse, simply can't exist here on plain old Earth. That simply. I didn't want to tell you. "No aunt Sarah you don't understand. Before you walked in me and Emily were fooling around and the only thing I could think about was you." Her face turned red. I could see the wheels in her head turning. "Tommy this is wrong. We shouldn't be thinking about each other like this. I'm your aunt. What we did was wrong. I let it happen but it can't happen again. We just need to move past this. I knew what she was saying was right. But I didn't care. I stood up and started.