It was late in July when Frank went on a trip for a week, phoning Carol several times to tell her how much he missed her. Twice they steamed up the ph...one lines, describing in detail what their reunion would be like. On Friday, Carol was waiting at the airport for Frank's plane to touch down. Frank walked down the corridor from the plane and into the terminal. Carol was standing among the crowd, easily seen in her brilliant blue dress. The two embraced and kissed, then walked arm in arm towards. She told me she came from a very small town in a remote area, and had come to town looking for work. Lacking education and skills, she’d wound up on her back. She was accepting of the situation, and was making the best of it. I told her I didn’t come looking very often, but hoped I’d see her again. We dressed, and I gave her a ride back to the stroll. Before she got out, she gave me a smile and kissed me.I saw her once every month or two over the next few years. We’d go to her apartment. "Then come along," He took his aunt by the arm and steered her back toward the recreation area.The rec room was a corner of the basement that Martin's dad had carpeted and partially paneled in walnut-stained plywood. It contained a pool table -- the one Jacqui had watched her nephew titfuck his girlfriend on the day before -- a few chairs, a set of weights, an exercise cycle, and an unlikely contraption Jacqui had been told was a rowing machine. Martin was down here for a long time every day,. His salty neck had been a delicious appetizer, but she wanted to indulge herself with his lightly haired nipples, down his muscled stomach to that mammoth lump tenting his board shorts.He'd given her an orgasm within hours of meeting her and they hadn't even been naked yet. Both of them wanted more, but, in a perverse way, holding back had ramped up her desire even higher. She wanted to know him, body and soul. He whet her appetite for both sex and the sparking connection she felt growing.