”His fingers curl slowly. I can visualize them coming together to form a fist. “It feels too vonderful to hurt.”“That’s all I wanted to kn...ow.” He twists his hand just so, and fireworks explode in my gut. So hard do I swallow what should have come out as a scream that it is barely a strangled sob. I feel as if I’m choking on the tortured sounds that force themselves out of my mouth. But this is not even orgasm. Not yet. It is just a brief spasm of pleasure that consumes me for a moment. . I was still bothered. After a few minutes Linda emerged from the hall restroom looking radiant, sporting a huge smile like a Cheshire Cat. "I don't have pockets. Could you put these in yours?" she asked, handing me her lace panties. "I was felling a bit, warm?" "Uh huh," I said, with a grin, and then I added, "We better get going to the club." The club was dark. A piano player and middle aged singer were singing some oldies. I looked for Bob and Ann but couldn't find them in the darkness.. The moment he went to bed, he closed his eyes and saw his aunt gyrating her hips and swinging on a stripper pole. He was hard again instantly, and this time the aching throb would not be denied.He felt like a dirty little deviant, but he jerked himself off, and imagined pumping his load all over his aunt's gorgeous tits. He knew that it was wrong on so many levels, but they were just thoughts, right? It didn’t take long, and after he relieved the tension, he was finally able to drift off to. What should have been spontaneous sex last week turned into something a lot more potent. We both shared the same sex drive, the same demeanour and a gorgoues contrast with our outlooks in life and social positions.She looked up at me, her lips slightly parted as her breathing began to pacen. She had amazing eyes. Hazel embers that lured and pulled me in. They spoke with experience, something a lot of people lack at this age.There was no hesitation on her part, she knew exactly what she wanted..