You okay?”“Shit, Lynnie, now I’m horny as all fuck!”“Ooooo, maybe it’s time for some self-help again,” she cooed seductively.She got off... her bed and stood in front of him.“No scarf now, okay, darling?”Tom gulped and nodded.She bent down, hooked her fingers in the waistband of Tom’s pants and pulled them down, urging him to lift his butt. Then she pulled his underpants off, freeing a rampant erection. His shirt was next. Then she pulled on his hands, prompting him to stand up. She pulled him. As he began to kiss me again he took my hand and placed it on his penis. With his hand on mine he forced me to move back and forth on his large male shaft. His tongue was deep in my mouth and his other arm was around my shoulders holding me tightly.He then stood in front of me while I still sat on the bed. Very gently, he began to run his fingers through my hair. That pulsating male shaft of his was only inches from my face. He slowly pulled my face forward until the dampness of his penis was. Aunt: Ahhh! Do it slowly.Me: Don’t worry atha, and kissed her boobs first.I was moving one hand on the left boob, squeezing it, while the other was in my mouth. My aunt’s moaning got even louder, “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” After sucking on her tits for 15 minutes, I moved down to her legs and pushed my face inside her saree. Everything was dark so nothing was visible.So, I sent my hand searching for her pussy and I could feel a little hair. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties. I pulled. They became inseparable. Every evening when I got home from work, Rachel would always be there in front of the living room television, still in her yoga outfit. Rachel was married to a wealthy engineer, Thomas. I often joked that Thomas would burn our house down because he must have been very lonely in the early part of the evenings as she would spend hours at our house after her class with Samantha. Rachel was a blonde, forty year old bombshell. I would often get a chuckle out of the.