It seemed painfully slow, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. “Oohhh,” I groaned with pleasure, “Aunt Mandy, but…” “No ‘buts’,”... she reprimanded, barely stopping. “Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhkayyy.” I finally managed. She was sliding her hand and mouth slowly up and down my shaft; slowly, rhythmically, expertly, interrupted only by the occasional pause to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. She continued until I began to move my hips in time with her motions. She stopped and pulled at the. ‘You are so tight, Jenny! You’re gonna make me pop in no time.’ ‘Not yet,’ she pleaded, sighing again as he worked a little deeper inside her. I knew how she was feeling. Something about being dominated by a real man, feeling his cock spreading me and spearing deep in my gut, made me light up inside like nothing except the feel of a woman’s pussy beneath my tongue. I wanted Dan’s slippery meat up my ass, but it was only fair to let Jenny have him first. That didn’t mean I had to sit out all the. While mostly clothed I could feel his bare legs against mine. And against my bare but I felt… “That’s right little girl. I butt fuck virgins. And think about this. That marble cock on the shelf? Is an exact duplicate of my cock. Just not quite that hard. Luckily for you. No. Don’t struggle. Don’t move. Just stay like you are. See Kevin’s face. He’s enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. Pucker your lips up and give Kevin a kiss. A girl’s first kiss should always be. I’d never seen a man who appeared to live here, so assumed that this lady lived alone. She introduced herself as Teresa. Teresa was about 30, tallish (5’ 6” or so), c size boobs and hair done up in a bun – she was wearing a short dress and a polo shirt type top which showed off her cleavage as the buttons of the shirt weren’t done up. Teresa’s breasts were supported by what must have been an under wired bra. She invited me in and offered me a tea or coffee – I chose a coffee and as she went.