That is up to a few weeks ago when an old Aunt came to visit for the day. I hadn’t seen Aunt Elizabeth for over fifteen years and even the mention o... her name brought back vivid memories of when I went to stay with her for a week when I was a teenager.It was the only time in my life I had been spanked and she certainly knew how to spank, I quite literally didn’t sit down for two days after. I called her a bitch for not letting me listen to my sony walkman in bed and before I knew what was. Jenni and her mother appeared after about an hour. I could see the resemblance, which was marked, but I could also see the result of her experiences in her face and manner. Her face, so like Jenni's, finely lined and somehow, indefinably, sad. Actually, the description that comes to mind was of a spaniel that has misbehaved and is desperately hoping its expression will find mercy from its owner."Hullo," she said, holding out a hand, "I'm Loraine Turner. I'm pleased to meet the man who has made. "So good. You make me crazy. I can't stop and I'm afraid to go on."I moved up her body and lifted her hips to make a clean entrance all the way to the end. She pounded my back. "Go on. Go on."I held still until her movements again caused escalation. When she came, squeezing me tightly and repeatedly with her strong vaginal grip, I knew my time was upon me. I gasped, "This is it, love." Four powerful spurts later, I fell on her and tried to get my breath.When we disentangled, I wiped us both off. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down my arms. His kisses continued across the top of my chest and to each shoulder. I removed my hand from his leg and leaned back, exposing myself to him. He took the hint and reached behind me to unclasp my bra. This time there was no fumbling and the straps fell from my shoulders. He guided my back to the cushions, my head resting on the arm of the couch. He gently cupped my breast in his right hand, rubbing the nipple back and forth with his thumb. I.