Less than twenty feet away, framed by the French doors of the guest bedroom was a pair of legs - beautiful legs.Rick's sister-in-law Gwen was visiting...and I certainly had no objections to seeing her in all her glory. The only problem was a matchstick sunshade hanging down in front of the French doors blocking the view from her mid-thigh up. Stupid curtain.A tiny t-shirt fluttered to the floor - damn curtain!"Ahhhhhh. C'mon Gwen." Rick groaned as shorts shimmied down to the floor and were kicked. I immediately saw all my men standing together with Maurice, who was holding a muddy Kepi. I could see his hands shaking, he was so mad. He immediately came over to me, speaking in French, telling me what had happened and that he had stopped the men from killing the big one for this insult. I turned and looked where he was pointing, and saw a big man about six foot three with scars all over his face and hands. Part of his left ear was missing, telling me he was a brawler. The one standing next. As if I had my thought had willed it to happen, I heard the rumble of a car engine approaching the house and I knew that she was here already. I sat up and pulled Brody's head away from my cock. She could see the panic in my eyes and she smiled. Next, she did the last thing that I ever imagined she would do in such a situation, she climbed on the bed and straddled me, guiding my cock to her pussy. "What, what are you doing? Are you crazy? My wife's pulling into the driveway!" I whispered. It was a natural aunty.”Aunty smiled, can you believe it? She smiled, thank God at least she is not angry, that means she won’t say anything to my mom. Then aunty said, “I know my dear boy but it’s not right for you to ogle at an older woman like me.” I thought in my mind that the woman who always gives me a raging hard-on says that she is an older woman.Of course, she is an older woman but let me tell you what, I just love older women. Not just because of their voluptuous looks, but also for.