" Thurman!" Thurman bit her lip and let out a slow breath."Sorry, go on." But I remember the worst memory of my childhood finding out he wasn't sotoug...h after all. Physically tough maybe, but inside he was a pure coward.I remember he'd always rat us out for extorting someone, and then we'dhave our sandwiches taken away. So we had to relegate him to musclestatus." The walls groaned again and 6 feet became 3. Grant could smell,and practically taste Thurman. It was such a good smell. He was. Now I could feel her pussy secreting something and becoming more smelly and wet. Aunty slowly loosened her grip on my head and pulled me closer to her. She started kissing me deep and hard. She now, was lying flat on the bed, she pulled on top of her, and she caught my cock with her hands and guided it towards her pussy hole. She pushed the foreskin on my cock down, she used her other hand to rub her pussy and opened it and put cock inside it and started to move her hips un and down. I could. OK, my spouse and I were the adults here, no question, meaning that as adults among children, even if they were older children, carried some responsibility with it. Plus, we were the hosts, and the host always has a responsibility to his guests.That said, only Julie was our child. As far as I was concerned, other than the responsibilities I mentioned before, even if they were serious ones, I wasn't related to any of the others. Did that make them fair game? Well, no, given the disparity in our. "No, Sweetpea, not yet. Cum for me and we can leave," Mark whispered, as his finger slid in and out of her and his thumb rested on her clit. Under his spell, Helen gave into the sensations and closed her eyes. He pushed two fingers deep inside, bent them, easily finding her g-spot, and firmly rubbed. Her body grew tense as her breathing became laboured. Almost totally overwhelmed, she felt cool fingers gently pinching her nipple. Oh, that was too much; she couldn't hold back as the orgasm.