”“I did,” I said with a laugh, pulling out a couple of fashion magazines.“Seriously, those boring-ass magazines are the fucking best you could... do,” she said shaking head. Sarah was about ten years older than me, and she did not possess a ‘politically correct’ filter… if she thought it, she said it. She had been married and divorced twice, and had a bawdy sense of humor that could make a truck driver blush. She was also the best damn nurse I ever knew, and my mentor. Sarah taught me things. Her name was Maggie but everyone in the neighborhood called her "Aunt Mag". She was a widowed lady of about 57 but looked at least 15 years younger than that due to her slim body frame and youthful alluring face. She was petite with graying short hair standing around 5'2 and couldnt weigh more than 115 lbs. She had a nice set of tits that had to be at least 32 D. All the men and even us younger boys noticed how attractive Aunt Mag was and she was a flirt to all the men in our neighborhood.. I was licking her pussy and then I licked her clit. She gave me a suck and pressed her lips around my shaft. It was awesome.We both enjoyed the oral sex and kissed and we both could feel the juices on our lips and around our mouths.She grabbed my cock and kissed her nipple and said I will put on a condom and we will fuck each other. She reached over to her bed side drawer and pull out one and opened it and put it on my now stiff erect cock.She straddled me and lowered down onto my shaft. As my. I cringed as I saw a big smile on herface."That looks much better. They seem to be fully supported and held inplace." Yes, you're right. The fit is better. There isn't any wrinkling of thefabric in the cups, and no gap under the band. I don't even think I needto adjust his straps. He definitely will need an underwire style for hisbras. What do you think Hank? Does it feel natural?"I wanted to scream at Carol. Of course it doesn't feel natural. The bandfelt like I was being softly hugged but.