My breasts were hanging right over his face, giving him a view he wouldn't soon forget. He suddenly got very hard, so I backed off and moved to his si...de.I worked on his stomach, continuing to avoid his genital area. "What do you think of them?" I asked.He looked puzzled. "Think of what?" he stammered."These." I said, taking a breast in each hand. "Do you like them?"He blushed. "They're beautiful...you're beautiful.'' he said, his voice quivering."Good." I said, "Because if I don't arouse you. A squishy sound was quietly coming up from her meaty cunt lips and combining with my moans as she kissed the shiny head of my dick. As far as I was concerned, Aunt Carol could do anything she wanted to me as long as it involved my cock!She let go of my hand, placed her left hand on the bed beside me for support and grasped the base of my cock with her thumb and index finger of her right hand and aimed it straight up as she greedily sucked it all the way into her mouth. I sucked in a deep gulp. To be honest at the time he was a little relieved when she had left him for Paddy...But now the situation had changed, and he felt guilty talking to Paddy, that evening in the pub, knowing full well that he was fucking Tracy his wife, not only that she was making noises about leaving Paddy for him. It seemed as though marriage to Paddy had not quelled Tracy's passion for him, and even now she was hinting quite openly that he only had to say the word and she would leave Paddy to go and live with. I pointed out Greta's occupation of whore; I pointed out the disparity of their ages. I pointed out that if he didn't return with me voluntarily I would lamp him and drag him back to barracks, where he would spend the rest of the year in the cells, before being court martialled.Jazzer wasn't stupid, and seeing Greta in the full light of day–it was very dim in The Kettle—made him realise how great their age difference really was. He wasn't the first young bloke to be led astray by a winking.