My Aunt Estelle was for me everything I wanted a woman to obtain looks, the way she dolled herself, and the way she smoked her Winston super long 100s... I had always fantasized about sharing her cigarette with her from the time I was 10 years old til that fateful Picnic when i was 16, but always too sheepish to even try, but this day changed everything, We all were having a great time at the picnic and my mother and grandmother and sister were ready to leave and having noticed my Aunt was a bit. I had to find a weak point to seduce her and have her in my life. Hence I planned to pour some oil on the staircase whenever she goes to clean the room on the upper level.As planned, I poured few drops on a couple of steps to make sure my plan goes as planned. Unfortunately, she walked down the stairs and she identified that there were some oil spills and she cleaned it up. As I was so desperate, I used the same trick again a bit this time on the floor where she walks backward when she is. My voice hoarse, my body covered in sweat, I just crouched on my hands and knees, letting him take my body for as long as he wanted. Now each of the human males came over in turn to stick their cock in my mouth, my husband led the way and he came so quickly, the other two lasted a bit longer.And it was a long time, too; I had no idea how long at the time, but when we were done I found out it had been almost half-an hour. Yelping and whining, he pulled away from me, his thing much, much. “Fuck you!” I almost shouted. “Tanya, calm down, he’ll never know.” This I believe was meant to be re-assuring, but to me it wasn’t. “What? How can you be so fucking calm? You’re married too! It’s not your wife on the phone!” “Just ring him back and get back here.” This was a moment of realisation for me. To Dale, I wasn’t a person. I was a merely a piece of female meat. Someone to use, for his pleasure. Someone I had given my body to, far too easily. Someone, whom despite his initial.