I went close to her and said, “You can change into night clothes, aunty”. She was a bit shy and did not say anything. I pressed on saying, I will ...eave her alone if she is not comfortable with me in her room. She obviously didn’t want me to feel bad and hence she decided to change into her night clothes. She changed into a semi-transparent night dress and came back. I could see her black bra and her petticoat very clearly. After some time, I was feeling horny on seeing her. She was sleeping in. He ripped off my shirt and tore my bra down.The rest was outrageously wonderful, as I’ve already mentioned.Once we were done, and after he made his solemn promise (or threat?) of us meeting again, he looked over at me. “I’d have you suck my cock,” he murmured lazily, “but I’d probably come too fast—the idea of you bobbing up and down on my cock makes me shake—and then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you again.”I gulped.“It’s a shame,” he said casually, leaning over my body and staring hard into my. I blushed and noted that he gave my breasts a long slow look before asking if he could assist me.Those mysterious fingers were now almost to my very wet pussy and it was all I could do not to moan aloud. Then as if to keep me at the counter, the mystery fingers crept higher and pulled the seam of my panties aside.I was now receiving the most wonderful licking I had ever experienced!Trying to keep it together, I asked him if I could try on the dress. Smiling he said that would be fine and that. So, I’ll say it one last time: take your clothes off.”Her confidence and sexual power were too much for Jason. She scared him and aroused him, and what choice did he have? Either way he was screwed. He started undressing, ashamed and defeated. He soon stood naked in front of her, shyly covering his privates. She stared at him hungrily, her rock-hard cock pointing straight at him, “I’m going to make you forget all about that little girlfriend,” she promised as she started towards him.Something.