Of all the details of their sex life. In her head, she thought of him as a sort of rolling pin, flattening out the imperfections in her. By maintain...ng control over these encounters, he allowed her the freedom to be herself. To allow herself to be controlled, to be told what to do. She trusted him completely and he was the perfect combination of gentleman and dominant, a man that knew exactly when to push the boundaries and when to reassure and comfort. It was eight. She took a deep breath. I then headed down the road. I texted my parents again. It was starting to get dark. It was close to 4pm, when I turned down the last paved road. I could hear the dirt under my SUV, as I shifted into 4 wheel drive. It took me another half hour before I finally spotted a big log cabin house back in the woods. Where the fuck had Fred sent me. I shook my head as I got closer. I turned on my head lights to see better. Where was this little old lady. I kept thinking little old grandma as I pulled in. “Would you be willing to wait for me, Justine? Just a little while?” I gently asked.“Yes! I’ll fucking wait another year if I have to. Waiting will just prolong the anticipation with him, but I know how to work that,” she said with a smile bigger than I’d seen in a very long time.“Well, I’ve got a little homework for you both,” I smiled. “I guess I have to get used to calling the shots.”“Easy there tiger. Let’s not let this go to your head. I actually have one rule, between you and me. I said. She smiled. While my tongue and right hand enjoyed her boobs, my left hand moved bottom of her body. I caressed her belly and naval lines. It moved downwards and untied the knot of her undergarment. She raised her butt area and i downed the under garment. I took it from her body and threw it away. Now it was a marvelous sight. My divya aunt was in her dark red panties, nothing else on her body. My hand started caressing her thighs. While i type, i still feel the warmth and softness of.