"I'm pretty busy, Misty, I'm trying to get started again, and-" I began."Please, Christine, please." Simply that, no explanation of what she wanted. I... sighed."Okay, if you must. I'm at-" I began again."I know," Misty said. What could this 18 year old budding superstar model want with me, an aging female bush pilot? Yes, we had a tragedy in common, but it needed to be put behind us, I thought.Three days later, I heard a quiet knocking on my apartment door. I opened it to see Misty standing. She gasped. I loved it. Squeezed it more. She was yearning for a man’s bare hand to do that I guess, she signaled to remove her kameez. I happily obliged. She wore a polka dot bra.She turned to one side so that I could unclip her brassiere. It was gone in a swift second. Her bare chest was rising up and down with deep breaths. She urged my hands to take care of those god’s gift. If I enjoyed squeezing those milky, petal soft boobs between my warm fingers, I enjoyed her little sexy moans even. Up until that night I couldn't think about what Roger put me through without getting very depressed. But now it seems that I was able to close that chapter of my life. Now the problem I have is resolving the bad feelings I have about the way I treated you. Actually, up until the night before I collected on our wager I had no feelings about you one way or another. I knew that I was using you but I had managed to make you dislike me enough that you were constantly attacking me which made it. Aunt: Baby, give it to me.Uncle: Are you ready?Aunt: Yeah, baby. Give me your hard cock.He immediately pushed his dick inside, and she let out a loud squeal. I was hoping for some oral sex before the main course. But whatever, I am not complaining. It was so hot watching aunt pushed against the wall and getting pounded. He trusted fast and hard. Kissing and biting her neck.She was moaning loudly. They then took it to the bed. He turned aunt around for a doggy style. As he thrust her from.