Fascinated, she gently ran a fingertip across the damp cloth. He’d come to be with her, to comfort her, and in return she’d drenched his shirt wit... tears and probably covered it with mascara. She lifted her head and looked up at him. Even in the dim moonlight, she could make out his familiar, comforting smile and immediately felt better. He’d always been there, close and caring, whenever she needed a friend, needed a shoulder to cry on, just like tonight. Because, because he loves me, not. She turned around a moment later, not suspecting that I'd be standing there naked. But instead of saying anything she just stood there and looked at me, her eyes slowly moving over my entire body, checking out every inch of it. I enjoyed that moment very much so and judging by her face and the look in her eyes she did too.She moved her gazelle-like body towards me and kneeled down in front of me. With her right hand she started rubbing my cock. She sure knew how to work her magic with her hand. ”, she looked at me while licking her lips visibly, “….I think you should join me too”I sure couldn’t ask for a better chance to fuck the living daylights out of a married woman.Next day, early morning 6 am, I was right there bang on time, waiting for her to turn up on that very same road. She did turn up 10 minutes after I reached there, but she was dressed to kill! A tight black tube top and red color nike shorts. And they were fucking short. I had a very hard time running along with her. I reached back and my Aunt was lying down on her stomach. Her red shirt and white jeans appeared as if they had been smoothened to ensure no creases formed. She looked like the damsel in distress waiting for a man to help her. It looked like a set up to me. I decided to play along.I asked her where the pain was and she took her right hand and gently caught hold of my right hand and placed it on her lower back on the spine. I told her she would have to remove the top and she said I could “Do.