She looked around and decided to get some money from Jason, her boyfriend and love, to do a little decorating. She hoped she would not have to stay he...re longer than it was necessary to get into a sorority, but she was not going to live Spartan until then. Jennifer opened her bags and put away her clothes. She put her amazing amount of books on the desk, and then made the bed. Once finished, she put together her little bookshelf and placed it next to the desk. It fit perfectly between the desk. Sometimes two. And then of course, there was the obligatory one at bedtime, and the first one of the day before I got out of bed, but they’re just routine for a teenager. The extra ones during the day were all down to aunt May’s spectacular chest. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, but I couldn’t help it. By midweek it had become unbearable - for both of us, I guess. When uncle Vince had gone into town,. Your mouth feels so good. You’re such a good cock loving slut. Yeah take it down your throat. Oh, do it! Do it! I want to fuck your mouth. Keep sucking! Oh you’re so good. That’s so good ohhhhhh baby I’m cummming! I’m cummming! Hey! Don’t stop! You can’t stop now. Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Don’t stop! I want to fuck your mouth. Get back here!”“You want me don’t you? You want to fuck me, don’t you? Tough! You can’t have me.”“Oh yes I can!”“You think so.”“I know so.”“Oh yeah!”“Yeah, I. I had long term affairs and many one night stands. From an insider’s viewpoint, by the time the marriage ended it had been on its deathbed for almost two decades. Surprised? No. Rhea and I had known each other for almost ten years. Her marriage of, coincidentally, 23 years was not the sexual desert mine was but had been without love for as long as mine had been without sex. We had met casually and over the years become very close, although completely platonic, friends. It’s not that I hadn't.