I was about to describe one when a thought hit me like a thunderbolt. These women may have been cooks, but they were also warriors. ‘Do you know Kev...n,’ I asked. I continued when they nodded, ‘Please run and I do mean run to his house and tell him I need him and his pistol immediately.’ I turned and ran back to our bed chamber. I found my pistol, checked the magazine and racked the slide, chambering a round. Setting the safety, I slid the pistol into my belt under my shirt, and ran to the. Tonight?’. ‘Sounds good to me!’ she says. To my utter amazement again we finish our breakfast in silence, I take my plate to the kitchen sink and kiss her on her cheek to say thank you and head into the lounge room, bending over at the door to pick up my discarded clothes that I had left there, I made sure that I bent over just enough for her to be able to see my balls and my arsehole, which of course turned me on and I proceeded to get hard and horny once again. I was determined that I would. We got to know each other very well with in two weeks of her joining. In the project there was an issue for which Clients had escalated. Me and her were responsible for it.Since she had a baby to take care she had leave early on everyday. But she came up with a plan to save us form this issue, she offered her help in the late night working provided I go to her flat and worked together.I said OK for it, we went to her flat on day one, she changed to loose clothing and freshen up and came with. At home his room being next to the bathroom he could hear her his aunt splashing about in the bath, and could imagine her naked form, those lush tits, that bouncy body those chunky legs, he could not hold back and his head-board would rattle in the bathroom wall as his hand got faster. His aunt wallowing in the hot bubbles and innocently wondering to herself what had got the lads interest, while her own fingers got into a rhythm imagining him furiously masturbating! Things on the mother front.