"What else did she tell you, if I may ask?", Helen said. "Her directive to me was that I resist you, and that I am not to masturbate today," I stated.... Helen let out a wicked little chuckle, and turned to walk back to her room. I grabbed my keys and a pair of sun glasses, and turned to walk out. Helen met me at the door, wearing the long black half slip of my aunt's which she had pulled up to cover her full breasts, and a pair of black high heels. She was leaning against the wall, and said, "Hey. And right above it is where I pee out of. It's pretty hard to see but it's right in there." Wow, you've got a lot inside you." Yes, and it's usually nice and warm and wet in there. Go ahead and put your finger up in my vagina. Go ahead. It won't hurt."So, my young pupil inserted his finger in my pussy and said, "It's really wet inside and slippery, nice." Go ahead and use your finger to go in and out, finger-fuck me, Robbie."As before, he responded eagerly."Put another finger in, it's. So now it was his turn and I could see it was a little bit of a tricky shot and I asked if he would show me how to make that shot if it was my turn. He smiled and happily agreed. He asked me to get my stick, wrapped his arms around my back, held the stick with me and took a quick sniff of my neck, hair, and shirt. He said, “Baby, you smell great”. I thanked him, smiled and gave him a lick on his lips, then slipped my tongue in his mouth. He sucked on it and it turned into a very passionate. She put on her pale pink silk dressing gown as she turned down the bed, meanwhile, Tristan who was lying next to her not five minutes ago, a slow riser, caught a glimpse of her tender bosom as she put the dressing gown around her, tying it at the waist in a simple bow.He watched her leave the room, with gentle footstep into the large en-suite bathroom, a loving smile gracing his lips. He heard the shower being turned on, and the soft pattering against the glass door to the shower of cascading.