”“I’m glad I met your expectations. That was great for me too.” She wasn’t lying and didn’t care if he was.Three times a week she improved... her skills and her memories in the sack with the man about two-thirds her age. She gradually brought the things that this skilled lover showed her to the marital bed. Her husband was pleased and accepted her explanations about where she learned them, i.e. “My sister told me” or “On the Internet”.Her improving looks and attitude, and possibly an “aura”, got. Pleasure mixed with a bit of pain heightens my nerve endings, and my body tingles. 　 I lay back as his hands once again skim my body. My back arches a bit in response to his fingers getting closer and closer to my panties, He slides one just under the band, again making me gasp. He blows on my erect nipples as his fingers trace the line under the band, back and forth. He pulls them out to run over　the silk covering my mound, then feels the wetness between my legs. He turns towards me, and I can. She was quite a bit younger than the rest of them with there being nearly eight years between her and my father. She may not have been planned, however, she was adored by them all. At twenty-nine, she was only eleven years older than me so she seemed more like a cousin than an aunt. She was everything my mother wasn’t; she was open-minded, friendly, approachable and funny.As I said, it’s not that I disliked my aunt, it’s that I was being forced to do this against my will.“Look, all I can say,. You’ll stretch for me alright, and love every minute of it.”“Never!” she spat, shaking her head in denial, but her mask slipped, and she grinned at him with delight.He gathered her wrists in his hands, pinning her to the bed, then nuzzled the broad head of his cock against her pussy. He tilted his hips, pushing forward and she stared up at him, her angular eyes opening wide with wonder as he entered her for the first time.“You’re fucking huge,” she groaned, as he slowly and steadily stuffed her.