I move up and see her face.fuck me its my auntie.wow and fuck me wow again.my rigid cock is still twitching.ive fucked her all night long.i look at he...r seemingly contented face .so i guessive done something right?? her face and glow looks like ive done me and her proud.i pull back the sheets,crusty and stained with the previous nights work out.so what the hell?a rigid cock and a great pussy who needs an invite??well seemingly i do.she has no recollection of the previous nights fucking.wellto. She helped me by pushing back against my hardness telling me, “Give it to me good, Mister Postman, make me open up for your saving grace.”Of course, I was only a low level government employee and I relied on this expert assistance from the church as it was more a matter of protecting humans from the invaders from the demon world that didn’t belong in our territory. They had to be sent back to the evil place from which they came, and poor Amy needed to be set free to live her life free of their. I put my hands on his chest and begged him to shoot me. When I felt his chest, it was not like the high school boys I had dated. The time Brad had spent in the gym had paid off. His chest was broad and muscular. As I sat in his lap with my hands on his chest, I also became very aware that I was sitting on a hard erection.Saturday morning was filled with following a "model's grooming list" - clean hair, close shave, and light makeup. I heard him call me into the studio about an hour before. A blue so clear it looked like the type of blue you’d see as the color of those tropical oceans in travel brochures. I keep harping on his eyes because to the best of my memory, this was the only time I ever actually saw them. And for all there beauty they held me in a blinding blue glare. I asked him once why he had decided to help me, and he had said it was because I needed it. I had asked him then how he knew, had he been watching me for a long time, spying on me? He just looked at me.