“Yes, madam,” he said and stooped to remove his shoes, socks and trousers. Anne sat on the edge of the bed, watched and waited, her fingers toyin...g with her aroused nipples. She knew her pussy was already moist but resisted feeling beneath her skirt as Darren took three steps and stood in front of her. She leaned forward and placed wet kisses on his stomach, her right hand sliding up the leg of his boxers. She breathed in sharply as her fingers met the hot, firm, pulsating growth. “Nice,” she. . it was inevitable that at some point (probably at around 14) I'd bring my sister and my mum into the mix. It was always a massive turn-on to imagine fucking Clair or mum, but I always felt that weird regret afterwards. I was turned on purely by the devious nature of the fantasy, not by the possibility of actually fucking them.Back then, my sister was older and far too cool for her geeky brother, and she was in a relationship so the thought of having a crack at her never entered my mind. I. Worrying about peeing seemed to increase the need to pee and Ibegan feeling some powerful stabs of pain in my bladder. After a fewminutes more I started feeling panicky. What if they didn't come backsoon? A wave of anxiety ran up through my aching bladder that momentarilyfelt extraordinarily pleasing before crashing back into an intense pain.The sharp line of pleasure had run through my bladder out to the tip ofmy little penis as if to coax me into peeing. My need to pee had nowbecome an. I convinced her that what you and Brad were doing is not the same as what happened back home. I convinced her to let you stay." "Really Aunt Ruth? Really? I can stay? Oh, Aunt Ruth you are the most wonderful aunt in the world! Oh thank you, thank you!" Bailee said, immediately feeling the weight of world lift off her shoulders. "Now I may be an old fashioned woman and it may have been awhile since I last had a male companion, but I haven't forgotten what can happen," she said, reaching into her.