And a bottle of wine to go with it. I'll pop the stew in the oven to warm up, and you can open the wine.'I followed her into the kitchen, and she look...d at the pile of dirty dishes and sniffed. 'I'll was that lot up when we've eaten.''Are you all right, darling? I think you're better off without Sylvia, but you must take care of yourself.' She hesitated. 'I — I don't want to be nosey, but what finally caused the break-up? Or don't you want to talk about it?'I took a deep breath. 'I suppose it. "Ijust thought you'd wear the skirt over your trousers." In for a penny," I said taking the offered cup.He squinted at my shins. "Did you shave your legs?" Of course. I'd look pretty stupid with hairy legs and all this," Igestured to my clothes and face. "Beside, I'm expected to look smartwhile at work."Dave shook his head. We chatted a bit longer while we drank, hisallowing the girls to wear jeans if they were appropriate, how mucheffort I'd put into my garb and so on. As we talked I noticed. Her pussy lips sucked onto my shaft like a hungry octopus and i felt her warm wet inner around my shaft and for a moment we stayed just like that, until finally she said "Fuck me Joe, fuck me hard! Your auntie needs it!"And then i began thrusting in and out.Aunt Kristie began groaning loudly and after just a few minutes she had her lovely white firm tattooed legs wrapped around my hips as i plunged in and out of her and between her groaning she would kiss me and beg me for more.We fucked like. ”Rachael pouted and left, only to return with camping pots.“Look! Aren’t they cute? They all fit inside each other like Russian nesting dolls.”“I have those, Rachael. Put them back.”“Are yours so new and shiny?” she asked.“Put them back.”She pouted and left, only to return with a propane lamp. “Hey, Gramps! Check this out! It’s a gas light. Let’s get it!”“I have one. Put it back.”“Fine!” She pouted again. “You’re no fun!”The clerk at the checkout waited. “All done, Sir?”“Yes. And make it quick.