My panties might have been off, but even the breeze of the air drying my wet clit would send me into another orgasm. And my panties weren’t off all ...the way, either – they’d constantly scrape against my clit – but I was so weak I felt sick. Even getting my panties off were a struggle. Eventually, I managed to push the panties all the way off and – after a few minutes of trembling orgasms – my clit had dried, and all that remained was the incredible after-glow. Of course, even after a few. As we laugh over the ending of the story itself, I ask if you would then have considered yourself a tom-boy, growing up, or a favorite of your father’s by reason of your activity levels. You punch me light on the shoulder, and question my rudeness in asking a lady in a dress such a question. But your smile is all I need to understand, and I suggest, based on your hair color, a couple of nicknames you might have been called by the boys you were besting in those days. You admit that you were. Rebecca turned back around the corner and closed her eyes, trying to block out what she'd seen because she could feel her cunt heating up, but she could still hear them and when she touched herself she was damp and sticky. Her thighs were parted just enough to fit her fingers between them and Rebecca bit back a moan as she slipped a couple fingers between her lips and stroked her pussy. Through sheer force of will she blocked any images from manifesting the darkness of her mind's eye, but the. Now it was their turn for a show as they watched their aunt plant her feet and lift her hips before impaling herself back onto their father's cock. At this point whatever choreographed show went out of the window as they watched a skilled fucking.They watched their aunt flex and shift at just the right times to get the most out of each thrust. She rode my cock with a practiced ease as the soft walls massaged every inch of my cock. She brought me to the edge and held me there before backing off..