She ordered food in and opened a bottle of fine Barolo, a rich red wine to celebrate the richest orgasm of her life. Too bad she had no one to share i...t with. She wouldn't see Charles again until this Thursday night, a cocktail party he'd arranged for them in her future home in Philadelphia's famed Main Line district. Three nights from now. Three nights before she could have him try to scratch her insistent itches.Several times she picked up the phone to call him, but she knew she should wait.. Joan was my mother's best friend, she was there throughout my c***dhood, so much so that I called her auntie Joan.She was around 47 or 48 at that time. I had fantasized about her on many occasions, masturbating to the thought of me indulging in various sexual acts with her.Joan was around 5ft 10in and size 16, with short brown hair, dark skin and lovely big tits.My father worked away from home most of the time so my mother and auntie Joan would go out together for a few drinks every Friday. He loved the taste of her sweet cream. He then mounted her and shoved his thick cock deep in her hole and began fucking her hard. As he fucked her he grabbed a nipple between his teeth then sucked it. She had nice big firm tits and a great round ass. She was also a great cock sucker and loved to swallow his cum. He had every inch of that hard cock buried in her hot cunt fucking her hard before he filled her with a load of his ward cum. He then went back to her cunt and sucked the mixture of. We were sitting together on the half empty train toward the front end of the carriage hidden from view from the other passengers who were all sat in seats behind us. A little way into the journey an older guy came through the adjoining doors from the carriage in front and passed by our seats into the carriage behind us leering at Mrs O as he went. I looked at her and she burst out laughing saying what a dirty old bastard he was when much to our surprise he came back and sat down a few seats in.