“Thanks,” she said sarcastically, “Can we go somewhere and talk?”Jake said, “Sure, but you will have to ride with me. She agreed and they wa...ked toward the picnic area. Jake took a careful look around before leading her to his car. He drove her to Liz’s bungalow and showed her in. While she made herself comfortable, he poured her a snifter of brandy. As Jake sat next to her on the couch, she commented that she remembered being there with him before. Jake brushed off her attempt at distraction. His cock felt like it was filling me completely back there, like therewasn't a square millimeter of volume that wasn't being taken up by hishard dick every time he thrust it all the way inside me.I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, coming faster now,and I knew it wouldn't be long before he deposited a third load of cumin my back door. I wanted to feel him tense and cum inside me again.Although I was crushed underneath him and couldn't move much, I triedto press my ass back into. As I was being spit-roasted, I got a chuckle seeing David moving all around me trying to get a close up of all the action, from the bottom, the top, and side views. It really was quite humiliating of feeling like I was being used for just my holes, and being filmed from all angles like that...but I was loving it. The young latino was particularly horned up with all the action, so he came pretty quickly. As soon as the latino was finished, David quickly stepped up to take his place. Being. I really wanted to kiss her, but she was my aunt.I was fifteen, she was forty six. But it was exciting! I wanted him to do the worst scum of the kiss the ass, to make it a real bitch, a real-spineless empty for anyone wishing to cum in her pussy, her ass, her mouth or his body.And then things go by and the years too. The regrets are what did not. But sometimes luck happens and things that we thought no more remember back to us, so anything can happen.When I saw her at a street corner I thought.