It was a nice long deep burgundy couches not too frilly but manlier in his opinion which was exactly what he was looking for. He contacted the owner ...mmediately to set up a time to view and possibly pick it up.The owner sent him a time they both agreed upon and Jon put his on his calendar so he did not forget about it that weekend. He worked the week thinking about the couch and his desires for some companionship that seemed to be eluding him since he moved to the small town where he lives. I took a cheeky video clip on my phone so that the moment wouldn't be entirely lost to posterity. On the 9th fairway we stood aside to let a faster pair of players through. Standing in front of me Cath's butt brushed against my groin. I felt a stirring. "Please god don't let me get an erection," I thought to myself whilst at the same time enjoying the way our bodies fitted together. I didn't know if this was a deliberate move by Cath or an inadvertent happy occurrence. I placed my hands on. I could not imagine my mother ever even thinking of fucking me, but it was turning me on and I started moving quickly against my aunt, taking her to another level of pleasure. My hands found her tits and I held on as they giggled against my bare chest. She then took a couple steps back and slowly brought her finger to her mouth, sucking on it, and rubbing it up and down between her breasts. I knew what she meant.I pushed her down on the bed and straddled her tits, placing my cock between them. ”“I think I can live with those consequences as long as you don’t die on me again. You’ll break my heart if you ever scare me like that again. I may not be able to save you next time. I have no idea how I did it this time,” I told him softly and caressed his cheek.He frowned at me and removed his hand from my body to touch the patch. “I felt you do something. It was like you were pouring your love into me, but it was dreamlike. I think my desire not to leave you alone also stopped me from.