As they watched, the window cracked and then shattered; shards of glass arching down to tinkle upon the pavement. A man's face appeared in the window ...and, in a voice filled with horror, he shouted out for help before turning to face back into the room. A lost and forlorn cry echoed out into the night as the man launched himself from the opening. In the intense beams of the spotlights which had converged on the plummeting figure, Tom could see that the terror in the man's features actually faded. Claire asked if there was any way I could help her out with the odd photograph or two, just to help her ease her pent up tension. I thought for a moment. Claire could see that I was thinking. She blurted out that she would pay me £100 per photo as it would make her so happy.I thought for a bit and told her that she didn't have to pay me because that made me feel like I was only after her money. I repeated that I didn’t want paying and I would e-mail her a couple through during that week. Claire. However, as if on cue, a warm slurping sound came up from between my legs. I was still half asleep when I looked down to see my beautiful aunt devouring my morning woody. Out of ritual, I raised my arms over my head and began to do a full body stretch. It felt completely natural when she took this as an opportunity to swallow another inch of rigid cock.I lowered my hands onto her golden brown hair and pushed her down even more. After a couple of seconds, I relaxed and she then exhaled three. Whatever she had said must have been good as Theresa flushed bright red before looking across at me guiltily. Returning to the table, I pretended to look at my phone giving them ample opportunity to get to know each other as they chinked glasses and sat talking quietly. I then went to the toilet and returning I could see that Denise had moved closer to Theresa and now had her hand resting on Theresa’s arm as she leant in close as they chatted. I took my seat and we all sat chatting and drinking.