Alas, I was a sensible man and knew that an open sexual advance on her could well result in a visit from the local sheriff and a long stay in one smal...l room and not the beautiful house I currently lived in. So I lay there watching and stroking as the exercise regime came to an end, and my young model of femininity ran down the beach to the sea, her long hair waving behind her as she ran. Oh what bliss, a voyeurs delight. As she splashed into the sea, my own show came to an explosive crescendo. Was I jealous of my mom being with Sarah? Imagining them licking each other’s pussy, and their tongues inside each others mouths. Where was I when they made love to each other? Why am I looking at Sarah like that? She’s not my girlfriend, will she is my girlfriend but not in the way I want. I wish I could tell her how I feel about her, about me being in love with her.I’m so fucking horny I could fuck a horse. “No I’m not going to say the safe word.”“Very good.” madam said.She took a hold of the. I think she might have sucked it but i didn’t wait. I stroked it about three times and my hot, think jizz shot out, splattering her face and then her tits. Joy kissed her slobbered-up lips and licked off my jism. As soon as I finished, I glared At My Aunt. “Now, it’s your turn!” I snarled. I pulled her around. Joy sat on my left and my aunt’s face was right over her pussy. I massaged her nice, firm buns, slipped my hand . . the logistics of things..." Logistics?" Jeff laughed. "I've never heard it called that. Hand me that other piece."Dave absently handed him the cardboard, then held his end in place. "Well, whatever you call it. By the time you get around to the last one, it's a wonder she hasn't died of boredom."Jeff stopped stapling for a moment, looked at his friend. "Boy, are you in for a surprise." Hooking the staple gun onto his belt, he said, "Let's get this part mated up to the rest. I want the tunnel.