I slowly began thrusting in and out. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this lady in her ass.I grew up around her. I was a child when she had just got...ten married and became acquainted with my parents. And now I was inside her asshole. “Are you okay, aunty? Shall I stop?” I asked her. “It hurts a little, but it feels nice. Keep going. I want you to feel good,” she responded.I kept thrusting and slowly increased my pace. She seemed to be enjoying it now. The look of discomfort left her face, and. "This is ridiculous, you know," she said, sitting close to him, taking another tack. "I know nothing about you. You're probably married with six children, and they'll all come crowding in just when I've got your pants off again."Ned chuckled. "No, I promise. No surprises. I'm not married, never was. I did have a live-in girlfriend for a while, but she left a couple of years ago." Was she the one who thought you had the hots for teenagers?" Yes. She really was jealous of my interest in the kids. Upon entering the lobby, I was immediately overwhelmed by the Christmas ambience. A fire was roaring in the stone fireplace set in the side of the wall at one end the huge lobby. The Great Room I found out it was called. Not a modern gas fireplace mind you. But an honest to goodness fireplace burning real wood. The aroma of the burning wood saturated the air and further served to draw me into the mood of the season. A large Christmas tree, suitably decorated with colored lights, a. There wasn't a door to run out ... and there wasn't a charge nurse ... Hell's Bells ... there wasn't a ICU desk ... no phone ... and no Doctor. All there was was a hangar bay with three sailboats ... fully rigged. Oh ... and David's bed.Sort of at the end of her metaphorical tether, she gave out with a second squeak. The realization that she had no one to blame if this went bad ... and no one to write on the chart, 'Remove breathing tube. Discontinue feeding tube ... Start liquid diet. O2 by.