" What can I get you to drink?" asked Steven. "How does a gin and tonic sound?" Magical." I shall wave my wand. Ginger beer, Becca?" Please, Uncle Ste...ven."While Steven organised the drinks Mrs Anstruther asked Becca whether she could help."No thanks," said Becca cheerfully. "I'm on the last of the spuds. I've done the beans so it's down to sitting and waiting now." What's cooking? It smells delicious." Leftovers. Last Sunday's joint plus some bacon, carrots and onions." Where did you learn to. I reach into my bag and pull out some lip gloss. As I put it on I get an idea, I quickly scan the bathroom to make sure no one is looking, then silently slip my panties off from under my denim skirt and put them in my bag. I then pull out a small bottle and spritz on some perfume, then take a final look in the mirror before gathering my bags and turning towards the door. I step out of the bathroom and begin following the flow of people to the baggage claim area. I'm not paying much attention to. .. it was ... so ... wonderful! You're..." I couldn't really express what I felt at that time, but she seemed to understand.I struggled down the hall and into the bathroom. My dick was still moist with Auntie's creamy lubricant. I gently soothed my dick and then smelled and tasted her flavor and scent. And then I urinated long and hard, disturbing the night's silence.Sleep came quickly.It was a few moments before 6:00 AM when Mom came into my room and opened the drapes on an azure sky just. A Deja-vu came to me, and I thought I had been here before. After a second or two, it came to me. This kitchen was almost identical with the scene where I had fucked Carmen in Peter's house in close proximity to him while I stayed at their house last year. Peter had been oblivious to what had happen. Thinking back at this made me hard and I decided to do it all over, but this time make Peter aware of the fact I was fucking his ex-wife in front of him.I made my way towards Carmen as she was.