" You want more?" he asked, teasing her some more.She gasped. "Please Michael! Make me cum, baby!"There was no way he was going to refuse such a reque...st. He inserted another finger, splitting them slightly to allow her swollen, throbbing clit to ride between them and trapping the little pearl so he could massage it as he finger fucked her. I fucked her slower this time, letting her feel every nerve explode with pleasure.She writhed and bucked and twisted anew with this new technique, grabbing. ” I was suddenly aware that my cock was getting hard listening to her confess this to John and the camera. “You like how it feels?” “Yes,” she said, her breathing getting slower and deeper. “Are you a bad girl?” She didn‘t answer for several long beats before she finally said, very quietly, “I’m good.” “How long have you liked this?” “I don’t know . . . it’s been building for years.” “How has it been building?” “I’ve just always liked to hold it . . . see how far I can push myself before I. We got in and set off to mine. She got a good tip for putting up with us. We were rather raucous !We entered my house and went into the living room. " Put some music on Sparks. Lets have a good time eh ?". Yip it was Christine speaking. It was only half 2! "Open the bottle Sparky". I poured the drinks but nobody seemed that interested to drink for some reason.I put on some music and it was Christine who again spoke “Lets play cards”. “Snap” I replied laughing "No Taboo ! Yes girls it'll be fun. “CLEANUP ON AISLE THREE!” “Oh you don't have to clean this up? Aunt Lisa asked. “What? Noooo! My shifts about to end, and Curtis is the new guy, so he gets to have all the fun.” Just as he finished talking another teenage kid our age turned the corner and slumped his shoulders at everything he had to pick up. “Have fun bro,” the guy said as he patted him on the back and left the aisle. Mom apologized profusely before she turned and pushed the cart out of the aisle as fast as she could. “You.