Part of her attributed it to the fact that she came from a small town where the submissiveness wasn’t so public. Her mother wore her engagement nipp...le rings and her wedding clit ring all the time, but she was a hard-working woman at the bakery and had no time to spend fucking herself onto toys for random pedestrians. And her father certainly didn’t have the money to spend on frivolous things like clit leashes or fuck machines! Not to mention, as middle-class workers, they were always on the. It feels so good ….and so real. It’s then that I realize I’ve been dreaming and that I’m still lying on the bed. But those marvelous sensations ARE real as Henry has his face buried in my pussy. He is rolling and pinching my nipples between his fingers, sending shivers through my body. His tongue is thrusting in and out furiously and I’m gasping for breath. It’s then I realize that Marty isn’t in the room; it’s always supposed to be the three of us. “Henry…stop!” I whisper. “What are you. "Please... please penetrate me. I can't wait any longer." These words escaped aunt's mouth in a very feeble and helpless tone.I couldn't believe myself. The very woman I had been dreaming of fucking for more than a year, was lying nude on my bed begging me to insert my tool in her pussy. What more could I have wished for!Without another word, I just lay on top of her. She immediately used her hand to guide my penis inside her love box. I started giving her long French kisses. I had already. “Tie him up, whip him and he’ll do anything for you. Now you want to be fucked, don’t you, baby?” “Yes, Mistress, please fuck me, mistress.”“You want all of us to fuck you, don’t you?”I hesitated, glancing sideways at the other couple, then heard myself say “Yes, Mistress, all of you. Please fuck me.”Climbing onto the bed, I got on all fours and shamelessly presented my ass to her. April and Brad joined me on the bed leaning back against the headboard together, eyes locked on the scene.