”“Hush, I want to sell this.” She pressed herself to me. She wasn’t voluptuous but she was a firm presence and very female and I could see dir...ectly in her dark brown eyes. “So, what are you thinking?” She asked. Why the hell did every woman I’ve ever known ask me this question when they were being sexy? Could they really not tell?“Honestly?”“Honestly,” she replied.“Two things.”“What?”“You’re very pretty,” I said.“That’s only one.”“The other is a bit cruder.”“I’m a big girl.”“I was thinking your. You can’t get these thoughts out of your mind. “I love being a whore, I’m such a sexy whore, I’m a fucking slut, I’m a fucking cum slut!” You need to have his cum. You must taste him. You can hardly focus on your desires with a huge cock in your ass and one in your mouth. You pull his cock from your mouth and moan, “please cum for me baby.” He grabs your hair and shoves you back on his cock. Gag after gag, you are choking as he treats you like a piece of meat. You can feel his cock start. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and took it deep into her mouth, taking him in and out, while her employer made little noises of pleasure. She licked his tip and kissed it, and massaged his firm balls. From the urgency with which he was fucking her mouth, and the swollen size of his testicles, he hadn't cum in days. Despite how good he tasted, she forced herself to come up and kiss his mouth. He was a frantic kisser, urgently pressing his lips against hers, biting her lips and earlobes,. "Well, HIS name is Bobby. We met him and his mom at church yesterday."Church....that's where I remembered the woman's voice from. It was thevoice of 'Aunt Joan'. It had felt odd calling someone I just met myaunt. But she and my mom had been best friends when they were little, soit wasn't like she was a complete stranger, even though she was to me.Plus Aunt Joan had gone out of her way to make us feel welcome andintroducing us to the rest of the congregation. As I was introduced tothe other.