I said ok and asked her to give me new clothes to wear after bathing. she told that i was full of dirt, so it would be better if she would give me a b...ath.i hesitated a bit, but at last i agreed because i was afraid of her scolding. she then asked me to remove my clothes. i removed my t-shirt and Bermuda. i was only in my underwear then. she asked me to remove that also, being afraid of her i removed it slowly.i was fully nude before my aunt for the first time. i was so embarrassed. she then. You'll see."She didn't say anything; she answered with a smile. Bert knew he'd said the right thing. It relaxed him and that allowed him to see things more clearly.He was assured by his reverie; it was not the ravages of her fifty-five years that made him hesitate. He just didn't like pressure about these kinds of things. Perhaps there were other reasons, too. They were for him to know. Everyone had a right to one's own secret thoughts. His recollection of her shapely bottom wouldn't go away.. It had happened, there was no denying the way she had responded as a voyeur of the lowest kind. Yet she knew that she must never allow it to happen again. Now that she had "awakened" to the danger of betrayal residing in her own traitorous pussy, she would never again allow herself to get into a situation in which it would have the chance of becoming so powerful, through its own excitement, that it took command of her mind and overrode her conscience.Suddenly there was a knocking at the window. Verenestra’s eyes flared open when she felt her servant’s cock first press against her asshole. “What… you… servant…” the flustered goddess panted. Tammet pressed forward, only for his cock to spring away from the tight opening. He still held her up in the air by her small thighs as he rocked his hips to line up for another attempt to skewer the nubile goddess on his obscenely shaped cock. “Oh… no… fuck..” cursed the immortal nymph as Tammet’s cock bent and then shot off, just as he was.