Jones kissed her neck, his hands slowly traveling up her body. She watched as he slid the material of the dress up a couple of inches, one more and it... would reveal her panties. His right hand she could feel rubbing just below her left tit. Already resigned to the fact that she would be having sex with Mr. Jones, she moaned softly and raised her chin to give him easier access to her neck. She wiggled her ass a bit against his cock as his hand made the journey of the last inch to touch her. Felt like a current passing through me. My undies were showing the movement and my dick began to grow. She began to laugh seeing this. She asked whether I was feeling better. I just smiled.I was feeling better. In fact much better. She had noticed my face and could tell that I was feeling good. The thought of a naked me lying in front of her excited me further. I began to look at her boobs and her structure sitting beside me. Aunty began to blush seeing my eyes feasting on her boobs.I had an. That was how I ended up in our basement sorting through a large wooden trunk and that was how I found this book, the book of Ahmet.(authors note - see Dumb Blond and Becoming Blonde, for further adventures with the book of Ahmet)Something about it had aroused my curiosity, and I had spent the rest of the afternoon reading the English translation from its original Turkish writing. I had dismissed it at first, finding that all it appeared to contain were spells and ancient herbal remedies, at. He licked the flat spot on the other side, but this time licked lightly over my clitoris, which was standing up proudly above it's hood.We jerked again; this time when my hips shot into the air, I shrieked with the unexpected pleasure of his touch. We both panted for a few moments from the delight, then slowly settled back down again. The energy between us grew even more.We put a small pillow and towel beneath my hips, and while I raised my upper body on my elbows to watch, we pulled my heels.