She had no complaints. He satisfied her, and while she did not orgasm every time, she did cum many times. But these were just orgasms; nice, and satis...fying, but not the powerful, mind blowing experiences that she had read about and dearly wanted to experience. There was always this nagging sense that there was more sex to experience and enjoy. Ann came home late one Saturday night, very horny and needing some male attention. Her boyfriend and two of his friends were sitting in the living room. Sweetness’ hair had previously been quite long, often obscuring most of her face and much of her neck and shoulders. Sharon’s hair, by contrast, had not obscured very much at all, and after the haircut administered by Primrose had been relatively short already. But short was not at all the same as bald. The shave wasn’t the last treatment meted out on the two girls by the Sodomite pilgrims. Sharon’s nipples were already pierced, as was her clitoris. This was not true of Sweetness who had never. I heard the quiet rage in his voice.They both stepped past her and left my room. I took a breath and smiled. "You're timing couldn't have been better." Who were those men?" asked Dean Wilson. I could hear the concern in her voice."Just two idiots that don't seem to understand the word 'no.' They're gone now so let's get our business taken care of," I said with a smile.Dean Wilson was known for her "white glove" standards and that was exactly what I got. Luckily, the kids had done a great job. I was still amazed at the way her lovely ass seemed to jut out from her slim waist and it was incredibly soft as it jiggled even with her slightest movement."Get on the bed now." I whispered in her ears once I stepped closer to her from the back. Aunt Sheen reached out with her hands and when she felt the edge of the bed she began to climb on it carefully. Aunt Sheen was now on her knees, with her head on the bed."Push out your ass, aunty." I said and reached for the bowl of butter.Once Aunt.