It was hard under my finger. Two options lay ahead of me. Aunty xxx I want you to watch me. Still conscious of his eyes on me I trailed my finger over my pussy-lips. What would he like to see? Still conscious of his eyes on me I trailed my finger over my pussy-lips. Closing my eyes, I imagined it to be someone else’s finger, touching me, exploring me, parting them and sliding between. The whole sob story had been good enough to get him only probation and therapy. Contraception. My hips twitched as I came, and he pushed his dick further down my throat. Lost in thoughts I hadn’t noticed, but now I jumped up and towards him. The day at the pond seemed like a dream now. “I’ll take over”, he murmured, as his hand touched mine, fingers still
