I gasp, from the touch of her hands and say, “What reasons?” She says, “Firstly, your pussy was getting some TLC and mine needed some too.” Sh...e leans forward, pressing her breasts against my chest. “Secondly, he was feeling what I wanted to feel.” With that, she slid her hand between my legs and over my pussy. I grab her head and pull her to me for a tongue-tangling kiss, as she fingers my pussy. I slide my legs apart as she pumps her fingers up into me, faster and faster. I open my eyes when I. Generally she offers me something to eat or drink. I’d never say a NO as I’d get a chance to stare at her body for a longer time. It was around 7.30 and she had given me sprite to drink and chips to eat. I was totally into sex mood but didn’t have the courage to do anything.Then, to satisfy myself I slowly picked up 2 pieces of chips and rubbed on my cock and told aunty that the chips is spoilt and asked her to taste it and I gave her the rubbed chips.. She immediately had it and told me that. The other family trait, uncontrolled rage, was just an added perk.Helen was the fair skinned daughter of nobles, very different from the ignorant, poor servants I so happily exploited for pleasure. She was a docile, obedient young girl raised with high born manners, who therefore rarely spoke. She had light blue eyes and abnormally long, lean legs; nubile under her gowns. She seemed so virginal, so good and pure, that I could not stop myself from fantasizing about destroying her for my own. He was smart, intelligent, and well on his way to becoming what he wanted: a career Army man.After about three weeks of emails, IMing and phone conversations, we decided to meet. We made arrangements to spend a long weekend together. We split the cost of a room in a town half-way between our locations. I did some shopping and was becoming more and more excited with each passing day, minute and hour of meeting him.You see I’m a MILF, or so I’m told. I'm 5’5, with brown hair and eyes, thick, cute.