Frank noticed the silk thin sleeping gown she wore. Her nipple was exposed to him as she tried to recapture the dream that she was enjoying when that ...nasty fowl brought her back to the real world."Stop that!" she snapped, her hand blindly swinging at him."Great breakfast," he kept on nibbling and licking away."I'll give you breakfast... ," she turned away from him. Try as she could, Yvette could not keep him from his persistence to maul her nipple with his mouth. " ... now stop that!" she. He groaned a little and started towards him.“Come on, pal. Put your hand around this and feel its power. It won’t hurt you,” as the man’s cock was thrust into his hand.He had never felt a hard cock before except his own and he tried to take his hand away. “Don’t pull away,” the man demanded as he moved closer. “Wrap your hand around my cock and rub it.”He did as he was told, all the time watching the eyes of the man, whose cock he was rubbing. He saw in his eyes, nothing but lust and he looked. Still, inthe last seven years he had become a big and, shedecided to admit it to herself, sexy man. She appliedsome mascara to give her deep blue eyes a saucer likeappearance. She knew there was no sexual attraction betweenthem… even though he’s so big and sexy and SO so soblack… because she was his aunt. She was 12 yearsolder, had known him since he was a kid, and she washappily married to his uncle, she told herself. Sheapplied gloss to give her lips a pink sheen. She. .." That's OK." He finished his water."Shall we go into the lounge?" I asked when he remained silent, reminding me very much of my first few meets, and I was surprised to find that I'd grown a little more confident."Good idea." We went in and stood by the coffee table where I had placed my camera with which he would take photos throughout our encounter, looking at each other for a moment. "You really do look gorgeous, Jack." I smiled, moving closer. "Can I kiss you?"By way of answer, I tilted.