I watched enviously as the soft flesh bobbled about. She did it a couple of times and glancing at her face I saw she was starting to go red. She sud...denly caught my glance and brought her hand down.“It’s all right…carry on if you like.” Susan now looked totally embarrassed. I longed to share my experiences with Auntie Eleanor with her to make her feel better.“I know girls like playing with their breasts. It feels nice doesn’t it?” Susan looked at me red faced.“I like doing it when I’m by. It was a toss-up those nipples were the most erect, Joy and Marsha. I think it might have been a draw. I certainly enjoyed the view. I bet Barry did also.After dinner we went into the living room. Barry dimmed the lights and we drank more wine. Joy was sitting on the couch and Barry sat beside her and was playing with her thigh. He unzipped his pants and Joy began fondling his cock. I looked over at Marsha and she had one hand up her skirt and the other fondling her breasts. Not to be left out. It also had a large fireplace with a chimney drilled straight up to the top of the cliff.What I liked best was the large cold room chilled by a mage decades ago. The home had eight large bedrooms and a bathroom and a bathing room. Above on the top of the cliff were two pools or tanks that had been cut and carved into the stone. I had to clean them before I could use them, one was for the house.The other which was like a very large pond and for the terraces I was going to farm. I had brought. “I can see what else you like about me,” my auntie said through her laughter. “So, really, you’ve only ever kissed a girl?” I nodded by way of reply. “Well, come here, then.” “Why?” I asked. “Just do it,” she said with mock exasperation. I bum-shuffled a little closer to her on the couch. “Closer than that,” she said, pulling me over so that our thighs were touching. My pulse started to race. “Don’t be scared,” she said soothingly, “your auntie just wants a kiss.” Slowly, hesitatingly, I leaned.