Nervously she started to ride me, her body language made me wonder whether she wasn't comfortable in this position as she seemed so tentative, so givi...ng her the opportunity to stop if she wanted i asked her if she was ok and that we could swap if she wanted, but it was then that she told me that this was the first time in nearly 15yrs that she had had sex in any other position other than missionary and was a little nervous about getting it right, reassuring her i told her to take it slow and to. Samekind of hints that younger girls would give me and Iwould be all over them. But this was my Aunt. Was Ireally reading this correctly?Fast forward to Thanksgiving Day, 1993. The feast was atmy parent’s house (by this time I had gotten my ownapartment). Again all were there, including my Aunt. Wewere sitting around and my mother calls us for dinner. MyAunt grabs my arm and walks in the dining room andannounces that she has a new date for the evening and allstarted laughing.As it turns. This happened because I wanted the pinch to be right at the start of her orgasm, afraid of the pinch being seen as a byproduct of her orgasm. A short time passed and I noticed it took longer and longer for her to cum, and often out of my own frustration I'd see if I could "help" the process along. Sure enough, I'd pinch her nipple and her orgasm followed. Yeah, it appeared to be working.Unfortunately, this is where the fun ended. It soon became obvious that it was taking far too long for her. ‘You didn’t care that people were staring when you were dry fucking that guy on the dance floor.’ Now it was Desiree’s turn to let her anger flash. ‘You’ve got some nerve you arrogant asshole.’ The alcohol was talking for her now. ‘What gives you the right criticize me, for anything? Get the fuck outta my way.’ Gabriel didn’t move an inch. Desiree continued to stare into his eyes, and it seemed like they were changing. The coldness was still there, but so was something else. Was it hurt?.