Periodically, she would stop to stroke it or lick the head. After more than ten minutes of Duncan moaning, she stopped and wrapped her tits ... around his cock. "I've got something to help with that." He reached under the couch and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. He opened the bottle and she playfully held her tits up so he could smother them in the oil. Once her gigantic boobs were shiny and slippery, she sandwiched his cock between them. Moving his waist, he. On other nights he would go through all of her things to see what she liked and what she had. Even two years after her death he marveled at her sense of style and her taste. He discovered that she had an unerring eye for timeless sexiness and many of her dresses and outfits were still in fashion. But it was her full bureau of lingerie that captivated him and occupied his entire interest. He especially loved her soft, flowing, gossamer thin nightgowns and shortie babydolls and peignoirs. He. It... it was horrible! He had her, why did he have to fuck Aunt Karen? And Aunt Karen was his sister!She saw her aunt's ecstatic expression as her father's head bobbed. With an additional pang of jealousy, she saw Karen's big tits straining against her blouse. Suddenly her little quivery tits seemed totally inadequate. She whimpered and choked back a sob. But when she saw her Aunt bend over and wrap her own lips over her distended clit, she was fascinated in spite of herself. She'd never. ...Now where shall I start he says as he gives my bottom a gentle slap.He lies next to me and gently starts to kiss my neck and shoulders, his hand feeling my body thru the lace bodystocking, feels so soft he says, he slips his hand inside and squeezes my breast, love your boobs he says, especially when my cock is between them and you are sucking it. Oh you like that he laughs your nipple has just got hard.He moves his hand further down my body, his lips and tongue working their way down my.