“I once heard someone say that this is the best song for driving with someone in the trunk of your car. It is certainly a delicious coincidence.”�...��The irony of your ilk: people like you do great in our business because you have no morals, no hesitation, but it gets you killed so quickly. It’s the people who actually believe in something that make it, that have a line they never cross, no matter how bloody their hands get.”“That’s what’s nice about my way of life, I feel no need to stick around.. ??No problem. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy it.?Aunt Rita was the most beautiful of my aunts. She was in her mid-forties, but she had looked after herself reasonably well. She wasn’t exactly slim, but she wasn’t fat by any means either. She had been divorced from her late thirties onwards, and had never remarried. The divorce had been hard on her, and for several months after it, she had been gloomy and depressed. It was during that time that I had introduced her to bondage and discipline. She was. 23am. I groaned. Gramps had never stayed in bed beyond 6am and we were 30 minutes (fast) walk from his house. It was only 20 to Emme’s. Why THE FUCK hadn’t I just said I was going to stay there? Emme smiled and began texting on her phone, oblivious to my glare. We would have to take ‘The Shortcut’.Everyone called it that, so much so that it had become a kind of urban myth in our small town. Parents warned their k**s by saying it in a scary voice, anyone who was late for anything was presumed to. Wet desire flooded to her pussy. Her body came alive, sensitive to his every touch, every caress and his soft kisses. She cradled his head and relished the silkiness of his hair in her fingers. Her senses were on full sexual alert. She offered no resistance as he pulled her dress up and off of her. She was delightfully responsive naked in his arms. He felt the heat on his washboard tummy from between her legs. He was sexually aroused and already hard. When she moaned in his arms his erection.