I don’t know how much time passed before he walked in to join me, it probably wasn’t more than a minute or so but I was so nervous that it seemed ...like forever. He walked in careful not to open the door too wide. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into me, I could feel his hardness as our lips met. Our tongues slid back and forth, tasting each other's mouths. His hands slid up and down my body, wrapped around my back and down onto my ass. He squeezed my ass while he kissed. ”“It’s my house. I came in to get your dirty laundry.”“You didn’t knock.”Her throat worked after he said it. She opened her mouth to speak, seemed to think better of it.“Why do you leave your door open?” Billy insisted.“I … I don’t,” she groaned.“What’s the matter, Aunt Janet,” he murmured, catching her eye with his stare. “Is it getting to you? Seeing me do this?”“Stop it, Billy,” she said, the words gurgling up.“You like watching, don’t you.” A statement, not a question.“You’re sick,” she. I kissed the side of her neck and let my hand smooth the skin of her waist, sliding them up to cup her breasts and tease her nipples with my fingers. “I thought the idea of an audience made you excited,” I said. “If it’s by chance,” she said. “This is different.” “It isn’t really,” I whispered. “Besides, I think you’ll be so enthralled with the sensations that you won’t even notice.” “What sensations?” she asked. “How about this one,” I whispered, sliding my steel-like rod into the soft, moist. "Not like that you are not," I say as I ogle your hot body, as it walks around the room bending over to pick up clothes, and tossing them into my basket.You grin, as you catch me ogling your butt. I narrow my eyes at you, as you laugh at me for getting caught. "Go get dressed! Or we will never get there!" I say like I am talking to a small c***d. "Ooooh, is that a threat or a promise," you ask leering suggestively at me. You keep laughing, as I push you back into the bathroom. it's either get.