I was getting anxious myself and seemed to work faster than normal. I was already rubbing my fingers gently between her legs. I don't even remember gi...ving her breasts another usual arousing massage. Enjoying every second of her massage, I could see her green eyes trying to send me a message. Part of it I knew; she was more than just ready for my tongue to lick her swollen moistness. I was already working on her feet and gliding my hands between her legs. This was progressing to fast. I had to. The alcohol overcame his senses and Brian slid down the wall onto the floor. Moments later, he was snoring. * * * * When he awoke hours later, his head throbbed, not just from the buzzing in his skull but also the start of a nice hangover. By this point, it was late afternoon and Brian had slept most of the day away. He raced up the steps and into the bedrooms. Everything was just as he’d last seen it, except his wife was naked. Around both of her breasts, still dripping with blood, was a. Her Nipples were pointing out by about 3/4″, they were erect, I slowly bent and took one nipple while kneading the other softly. She was moaning, I started to suck the nipple and knead the other with the fingers, she was reaching heaven. Her moaning increased, I sucked both the breasts and they were turning red. Aunt had milky white skin. I slowly made her lie down on the bed and pulled off her trousers, she had smooth hairless long legs. Her white panties were wet, i pulled them off and now. I kept to my routine of running and weight training. At 4:30 Friday, I finished my last self-spanking and masturbation session with a big, relieving spray. I knew I’d be drained when any endurance contest about cumming began. At 5:00, I got the text and the address with an admonition not to be late. I showered, shaved, and dressed, selecting attractive, modern briefs with a swirling pattern in purple and blue and blue socks. I wore brown slacks and a blue, short-sleeved tailored shirt. I.