We both heard the backdoor open and close. Mom smiled, knowing her sister was here and would be joining us in seconds. Michelle's feet pouned up the s...tairs trying to find us. When she stepped through the bedroom door, she gasped. "Holy fuck," she said softly. "Strip," Mom told her. Mom turned her head and watched as her sister stripped. I was already watching as my beautiful aunt hurried to get naked and join us. She was a beautiful woman. Not as beautiful as her older sister, but a beauty by. I just wanted it and needed it so much it's been a long time since I have had a penis as I haven't been with a man as put all my time into work and looking after paul . I was in the bath one night and there was a nock on the door and paul said he needed to pee badly so I said go ahead he was slightly embarrassed as he struggled to pee so I said paul it's ok Iv seen you before . He let it flow and it turned me on so much watching him pee I started to touch my vagina as I was so horny I looked. I told her I could read modern French, so she gave me a lecture on the fabliaux, said they were funny and sexy and just wonderful, they weren't too hard to read, and damn if I didn't get another copy and go at it. I'd probably have read the book if it were the Marquis de Sade, if she told me to. The funny thing was, I kind of liked it. And the next few times she dropped in she was willing to explain the phrases I couldn't understand. I think she got a kick out of translating the sexy parts.OK,. She only groaned in answer, so he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers sliding up her sides. She smiled as his lips pressed against her neck, and she felt lighter as the heavy cloak of wool dropped away. Her flesh tingled in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature of the air as his fingers found the jingling buttons of her tunic, feeling her flesh freed with each fastening undone. She arched her back, pulling her shoulders back, and allowed the silky tunic to fall away from her..