‘Next weekend, you will tell me all about it, won’t you?’ ‘Yes, love, I promise’. *** As Denise suggested, all that Summer I worked for Phil...ip and stayed weeknights at Aunt Hilda’s. Denise taught me the switchboard, and how to act as a receptionist, but mostly I was archiving. The work was routine, but keeping up that massive archive of press-cuttings, magazine articles, company reports and a mass of private letters, all annotated and underlined, impressed upon me as nothing else would, the. ' With shaking hands, I unscrewed the lid and sniffed intensely in each nostril, feeling her pull out and press her fist against my hole. It went into the knuckles and so she pulled out and did it again, urging her fist in deeper until my cunt couldn't take it and her hand slipped in. 'Good! Now you take it bitch.' She closed her hand inside me and started fisting me, trying to force it out of my cunt and then she jammed it back in, building in speed and tempo until I was being properly fist. They were going at it pretty good, but she had him wrapped around her little finger. Every time he made a move to feel her up, she would allow it for about a half a minute, and then push him away. For a first-time voyeur like me, this was pretty hot stuff, but if I had been Tim, I think I would have started smacking that little tease around some. Finally he got her dress hiked up just over her hips, and she let him continue from there. I saw her pussy covered in the skimpiest black lace. Rhinoceros-horny. In fact if you could throw in some moaning, you'd be doing me a favour." Oh my goodness," I blushed redder still. "I'd love a way to salvage some dignity from this conversation. I'd tell you I didn't bother with it last night..." I sniffed my fingers for effect; trying to appear brazen and unconcerned about my masturbation to hide my embarrassment, " ... but I don't think it would help." Yeah, over-sharing, Jeans," she frowned. "There's just one thing still unclear." And that.