Ivy shrugged,"Every one but Cooky and I suddenly turned to leave and you start organising afternoon tea; you're usually as domesticated as a 'cat."Ivy... and TJ entered the sitting room with the necessaries; the children leapt to assist — good training of course, nothing to do with grabbing the tastiest "sangers" for themselves.The Matriarch was on the coffee table communing with a slightly smaller version of herself. TJ was aware of a slight buzz and analysed it as being 'spider talk' — a bit. My face flushed, secretly enjoying the way that he appreciated me.“There's just one problem here,” I heard him say before my nylons were ripped open. “That's better.” He pushed aside the black thong and worked his fingers into me. My mind raced at the thought that we were doing this here, in public. On one hand, my heart galloped as if towards a precipice on a run-away horse. The professional part of my personality fought in vain to retain a bit of decency. He gripped me by the waist of my. . and he looks down at himself, I couldn't help but notice he had a very delicious and sizable bulge in his pants. I'm hot just thinking about it. This is new, I am just beginning to explore my sexual identity with out all the guilt and "he" shows up. wow, I must have some kind of great connection to the universe, "Ask and you shall receive"...I am ultra aware these days of the way my nipples feel at the slightest thought of sex, or that warm feeling between my legs and how my clit actually. He dug his fingers into my ass crack and pulled me closer in and started to grind. I felt his middle finger creep down to my asshole. He started to rub it in small circles, I held onto his shoulder and pushed onto him so I straddled him. He brought both hands to my ass and I reached back to take his cock into my hands. I pushed myself back and pressed his cock into the crack of my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and I ground my hips. He reached over and took a bottle of lotion and squirted some.