Real pearls,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She stood there, still as a statue as the professor slowly undid all the buttons down t...he front of her blouse, exposing her bra beneath.Roberts couldn’t believe his eyes as he undid button after button. The girl’s cleavage came into view first, the dark inviting line between her breasts as deep as the Grand Canyon. He saw the lacy top edge of her bra cups next, the white satin bra covered with an intricate lacy brocade that was. It was something they accepted because they had been raised to understand it was just what she did.Tucker, on the other hand, had so many questions! He immediately noticed a white strand of cum dripping down from his Aunt’s wet slit. Betty walked with her ass cheeks tight, and her butt stuck out before the session. Tucker couldn’t see between her butt cheeks. However, when she walked away from the screen door, he could clearly see his Aunt’s pink, puckered asshole glistening with sweat and cum. Pulling the smooth skin over the spongy head of my own manhood, feeling the precum coat the head as I slide my fingers back, she slowly glided soft lips over his head and down his shaft. Pulling back she makes a soft slurping sound as she sucks his sweet glaze. He closes his eyes he tilts his head back as he gently runs his fingers through her hair moving his hips forward. Sliding my own precum along my shaft squeezing as I pull up releasing more I take it on my fingertip and taste it savoring. I have a series of interviews through Wednesday afternoon." "Okay, let's have one more drink together on the balcony before turning in," I suggested. The clock in the kitchen flashed 9:37 p.m. I really did not need a fourth glass of wine. Two, sometime three, is my usual limit. But I did not want this evening to end. So I poured myself my last nightcap. Greg followed me into the kitchen and poured another double scotch rocks. We returned to the balcony, "Wendy, I have a bit of a confession,".