I’d slept in my bed on the Friday night and Jon woke me early and led me into the ‘punishment’ room. He restrained me over the ‘T’ and then went and got a ‘present’ that he had brought back from America for me. It was a remote control vibrating egg that was much bigger than the other one that I’ve already got. It’s the size of Jon’s fist and at first I was a bit worried that Jon would just force it into me and hurt me. Thankfully he didn’t, he switched it on to low and rubbed it across the lips of my pussy, teasingly. With each Latina pass he parted my lips more as he coated the egg with my juices. Finally he started applying light pressure. My body heaved as he slowly inserted the egg into me. He could see that I was close to cumming but he just said, “Don’t - not yet my love.” Then just to torment me he lightly fingered my clitoris. He smiled as he saw that I was struggling to not cum. Jon stopped and let my desire subside a bit before he teased my clit again. After the third time that he did that he stopped completely and told me to go and get the breakfast ready. After that he told me to “Assume the position” and then he teased my clit four separate times with a 5-minute gap in between before he finally let me cum. I was so desperate to cum that when I finally did cum I cried out. I could feel myself convulsing and as I looked down at my pussy I could see my juices squirting out. I was cumming like a volcano. When I finally calmed down I realised that I was covered in sweat. Jon made me stay in that position for 30 minutes before he let me get up and have a shower. My knees ached as I climbed up the stairs. I had to wear the egg (not switched on thankfully) right up until I went to work that night and as anal I walked through the streets to the pub I could feel the cool air going right into my pussy. All day I’d felt like old I had a football inside me and as I walked to work I felt big like I had a big hole in me. I’d washed my usual thin flared skirt and was wearing it. I was pleased to see that Hannah was back and that she was wearing a similar skirt. As soon as I could I asked Hannah what she was wearing under the skirt. When she said, “nothing” I knew that quite a few customers and staff were going to see our backsides and pussies horny that night. At one point in the evening when Hannah came back from collecting glasses she came up to me and told me that she had just been groped by a couple of youths and had a few suggestive comments when they’d discovered that she was naked under her skirt. I felt aunty cup my balls in her hand and begin to massage them. He looked concerned. I let out a little moan. The man was still looking at me. Unfortunately, he was stood sideways to me so I couldn’t see what the bulge in his boxers was like. She moaned louder and louder as I hammered old her wet, tight twat. "I..." Both ladies had sucked him off, & then Arthur had fucked her mom up the ass before he switched to fucking her pussy . After he had positioned them face to Latina face before cumming all over their faces. I just knew my mom was reaching not only into Sam's sweatpants, but into her panties. “No way. It just goes to show how you horny can think you know someone but, after two years of chatting online across rooms at school, you realise how little you know when you see the window into their mind that is their bedroom. She did, however, allow herself to anal enjoy the luxury of his strong arms wrapped around big her. I had him help me unload the car and carry each plant around the back. Cynthia certainly didn't want to show up her husband but she was unable to resist calling out to her step son: "Oh, that's so good Matty! “How’s the loving coming with Bella?” DiDi asked with a grin. Laura looked at it. We had a nice conversation over dinner on a wide variety of topics. Terry was sitting in Jill’s kitchen Monday afternoon as Ethan got home, “Hi E how’s it hanging”?