It was entirely up to me. I could stop and let my desire die a slow death, or fuck my ass on his finger while his cock fucked my cunt. Go for my orgas...m and fuck my ass on his thumb, or deny myself my pleasure. I started pushing onto his cock, feeling his thumb slip past the tightly muscled barrier of my bottom. The oil he’d spread had slicked the surface of both his thumb and my sphincter, so it slid down very easily. I was so close to climax, but mere penetration wouldn’t be enough; I’d have. She had calmed herself but she was still scared of what Mike might do to her. I felt her endearment for me and it was deep, rooted somewhere in her that I didn't dare go. I didn't need to though, I just needed to know she was okay and she was, for the moment. Down that line that tied us together, I let her know that I was there and that I knew of her predicament. That endearment for me flared. It wasn't a fire like her lust, but a warm comfortable sensation. I wasn't sure what it was but she. Ek aur ghatna batata hun ye baat Us samay ki jab main 10th main study karta tha meri bahan us samay 7th class mai thee hamare do kamre the kuch dino ke liye mere mama or mami hamari ghar aay huye the unki nayee -2 shadi hui thi isliye wo alag kamre main sote the or ek main hum sub yani pura pariwar ek din rat ko main peshab ke liye utha to unke kamre ki light jal rahi thi maine jhank ke dekha to main dekhta rah gaya mama bilkul nange ho kar mami ke uppar chadhkar mami chod rahe the unka mota. We ordered a pizza for dinner and AuntEmma opened a bottle of wine. I had drunk a couple of glasses before, soit was no real big deal. I liked Coke with my pizza anyway. "Get Butchand he can eat with us and listen as we talk about our day."While I was getting Butch, the pizza came and Aunt Emma got it. Shecarried it back to the kitchen table and we were ready to eat. We talkedsome more about the day and, instead of cutting me off after one glass ofwine, she refilled mine when she refilled.