So much meaning. So much unsaid. I couldn't fuck her. That was the limit? Everything up to that was Ok, then? And it wasn't that I couldn't fuck her. ...No. I couldn't fuck her right that moment. Not in the car with her son nearby. But afterwards? Elsewhere? Jesus! The implications were mind-boggling.No doubt about it. My Aunt Marie was a wild one. Bad enough that she was so beautiful, with that tight-ass body, and world-beater jugs. But she looked so much like Mom, I would find myself thinking. "Just knock on Mark's door and tell him to lock the door when you're done,OK?" James called out as he left."No problem," Linda shouted from the bathroom as she shut the door.James threw on his coat and left the apartment. A few minutes later the door to Mark's apartment across the hall opened and Brad walked out."So you're positive this stuff will work?" Brad asked again."I guarantee it, my friend Bob Hooper used it and grew a whole head of hair," Mark replied.Brad was still a little skeptical. "You needed that huh?" Miranda asks when I open my eyes."I guess so," I reply. "I think I'm stressed about this new role. Maybethat's why, I'm different." Teaching? Oh you'll be great Ellen. And you know Chalmers, he's carrieda torch for you since you were both kids. And you'll get to see me everyday." Thanks lovely," I say. I feel overcome in that moment; maybe it's thecocktails, but I want to hug her. And then I remember that Ellen is ahugger. I reach out and squeeze her tight, pressing her. Slurping her wetness. I could drown in her and I'd die happy in that moment. She began to tremble, and arch her back. Her orgasm beginning to build. I stuck my tongue inside her, fucking her wet hole. “MMMM MMM” She contained her moans with her hands. She lifted her body off the bed with her legs, pressing her pussy against my face. Her moaning grew louder and less contained. “FUCK I'M CUMMING SO HARD, DON'T STOP.” she nearly screamed. I continued to lap at her pussy. Faster. Harder. Tasting.