She was stark naked, I don’t know when she slipped the robe off. With little to-do she crawled up and laid on top of me.“I have been thinking of ...this since last Friday night”. She whispered into my ear. She wriggled around on my very erect cock, I could feel how wet she was as she rubbed her mound into me. I wrapped my arms around her and nibbled her neck and ears, but resolved that I was going to let her do most of the work.She whispered into my ear again. “I want you in me”.“Good, take him. I wasn't involved because she was not really my real aunt just my mama's best friend from the old neighborhood. We had been living together for almost four years now. She invested her dead husband's money in an interest in this huge double building apartment complex with over a 100 units. We were the live-in team that managed the building and kept it shipshape for the residents.Mr. Shapiro the owner was an absentee landlord who was only interested in the envelope we gave him on the 10th of each. "Tim, I want you to give me a good hard fucking and fill me with cum please" are the words she used - how could I refuse? She was making such a noise that Alan filled his wife's mouth with his cock to keep her quiet. The sight of me fucking his wife hard had got him erect again and we proceeded to give Sue a vigorous spit-roasting. With her now knelt on the bed the inevitable happened and gravity meant that Alan's cum started to run out of her cunt all over my balls. The feel of her sloppy. She was sort of fiercely religious. She used to wear black most of the times, had beads around her neck and looked like a tantric.Most people in the building thought she was a witch and kept away from her. Beena was probably religious because she was alone and had lost everyone around her. I could understand that. She had a weird personality and that is not a crime to have to be honest. For the most part, she was just like anyone with issues of her own. Her biggest issue was that she was.