The first few days went along swimmingly. Aunt Nettie was a gracious hostess and did her best to make her baby sister’s son - well now daughter - wa...s completely comfortable in the new surroundings. Prisha was easy enough to please. She was awaiting updates from the administration about how classes would be conducted online. For the moment, she would spend her days watching YouTube videos or listening to music. She usually had her headphones on.Prisha glanced at her phone. It was 3:19 p.m. She. My eyes looked around the room and took in all the finger blasting that was taking place: butt holes being stretched out by fingers and fists, pussies being pulverized by multiple hands inside them, business clothes littering the floor, business men and women crying in ecstasy. But my mind, my mind was somewhere else. My mind was back in my childhood bedroom. I wanted to be there again. Back in the place where no one got finger blasted ever. Back in the place where there were no lap tops to. I let my knees fall open and let out a long slow sigh. I was waiting for his tongue to dip down and start at my puckered butt hole then lick all the way up to my vagina and finishing on my clit.My hips involuntarily started pushing up and moving in a counter clockwise motion. My son looked up at me and our eyes locked on one another. I felt a rush of love for him pour through me as I smiled and groaned out a sigh and smiled at him as my pussy opened like a flower to his licks and kisses and. She wasn't even bi that much except doing girl-girl scenes for money, so-called "gay for pay". For five hundred thins, though, she'd have happily pretended to be a three-legged Martian with a yeast infection if'n that's what the john wanted her to be right then."Urrrh, urrrgggg, urrrrgggggg!!!" was all she pretended to be able to manage as he exaggerated licking of my pussy continued for a few moments as the johns now stood beside the bed and slowly jacked themselves hard, my old client now.