"Respectfully, Ms. Reiter, it's none of your business." Gav spoke calmly, his strong baritone and expression both unreadable.Katherine felt a thrill g... through her. She had found something that mattered to him! Her face took on a slight sneer, as she continued."It is my business, Mr. Stirling. Unless you want me to make it your wife's business as well, I'd suggest that you stop fucking my secretary."An angry expression came across Gav's face, but he immediately replaced it with one of calm.. Then I completely removed it and started pressing it hard. Then my aunt got angry and slapped me hard. I held hand before she slaps me again and started smooching her hard. I took her to bed and got on top of her kept smooching and squeezing her boobs. After few mins of protest my aunt stopped protesting and started moaning to my aunt. I really loved the smooching and kissing all over her body my aunt also started to enjoy. My act made her hornier then she held my head pushed it towards her. Any similarities between people living or dead is purely coincidental. No a****ls were harmed in the writing of this story. When I was a young c***d, I was teased a lot. I was a boy, but I looked more like a girl, and even acted quite feminine. The older girls would use me as a dress-up doll, and the older boys would beat me. My b****r, though, would often come to my rescue, even if it meant that he took a worse beating than I did. I loved my b****r very much. While we were young, my b****r. He draws a line up my leg and down the other to my ankle. He starts again and draws his line from the top of my pussy up to my breasts where he cirlces each one. He stops, but not before adding a couple of drops to each nipple.He starts to rub in the fluid first at my feet. He massages firmly, but gently. He starts to massage up my legs working the fluid into my inner thighs then outer thighs and on to my stomach and up to my chest. His hands slip and slid over my breasts working the fluid deep.