Finally reaching my bedroom door, before I touched the doorknob to slowly slip in I heard a vaguely familiar moan slipping out from under the door, ac...companied by a light buzz. I was intrigued by the sound, so I put my ear to the door and listened intently... "Mmm yes...yes...I need to cum, I need to cum."This sentence accompanied by a faint wet sloshing sound made me want to open the door slowly and go in to join her. I peeked in to see Karen sprawled out on the bed, eyes shut, one hand. Sure she could be temperamental, but clingy and sullen just aren’t like her.I wonder if she wants to move on, to leave this whatever-it-is. I don’t like that, I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t have any claim on her. I don’t have any right to stop her, or even to complain about it.She probably needs someone closer to her own age. And that thought sours my stomach. It’s not like I chose to get older. Hell, I was stunned when I survived to turn thirty a little over a couple of decades ago. It. Her mother nodded soberly, acknowledging her daughter’s accomplishment, even if the trip from the Brewsters was only three houses long.“Are you smiling again?” asked Holly.“Hmmm?”“Grandma said Peter took you away to make you smile again. Are you smiling again?”Lauren laughed and patted her daughter’s cheek. “Yes, I’m smiling again.”“Good. Grandma says Grandpa makes her smile all the time. She’s been smiling all weekend,” declared the little girl.“Really?” commented Lauren, eyeing her parents.. The whole process was repeated again with the only difference being the insertion of the third finger this time. Again there was no resistance as Angel's fluids and passions were more than up to the task of accepting her Master deep within her.At the same time Master had brought the flat part of his thumb to rest right on her clit. The positioning of the thumb in such a manner made Angel's clit the main pivot point for every movement of her Master's hand as his fingers moved in and out of.