The feeling was beyond anything I have ever experienced. Her pussy felt tight. She was trying hard to not moan.Finally, uncle stopped arguing and went... outside the bedroom to use the common bathroom. Aunt pushed me away and locked the door.Aunt: Wtf, David! Are you insane?Me: I couldn’t control, aunty. I’m sorry.For a moment, I thought I messed up.Aunt: so you are bold enough to fuck me in front of my husband.She was now smiling and held my dick, and pulled me towards the counter. She jumped on. He thought of the woman that shared the small house with him. He was tired bone tired, his head ached and all he really longed for was hot bath and several glasses of chilled white wine. And her.Despite his growing foul temper, entering his home always made him feel calmer, her presence strong. He could hear her in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she prepared their dinner. Leaning against the door of the kitchen he watched her, a feeling of uneasiness washing through him as she didn't. It was the impetus for this story. Of course it’s not called the Sugar Cane Plantation. And it’s not a hidden bdsm club.What it is, is a delightful bed and breakfast near the top of a mountain on an island. I was shopping for real estate one day and the realtor took us there for lunch. It really was an old plantation house. It really does have old, crumbling brick walls. The main building really is restored from the original structure. It really is a delightful tropical hideaway. The island. Inside she was still just as wound up as ever!At last, mercifully her anticipation was rewarded when she heard the announcement "Flight 119 to Los Angeles now arriving at Gate Fourteen." Peter picked up his laptop and his overnight bag and Charlotte picked up her purse and her overnight bag. Peter had been on enough flights and knew enough to pack a few crucial things and clothes for a couple days in a carry-on, just in case the airlines decided he didn't need the rest of his clothes! Charlotte.