Did she not see? Did I time it wrong? Or is she disgusted with me? Have I overstepped in our little game? I know I can get over-excited at times, mayb... push too hard in my enthusiasm, get carried away. Have I done it again?I move back, away from my window in my darkened room, sitting on the floor in a corner-hugging myself. I'm not going to cry, though the embarrassment is something I can feel within my chest. Is that even possible? I took a risk, a big risk, and I fell flat on my face. Thank. .. I...if.... if I should look” I can feel the warmth from her pussy making me get harder and more nervous at what she could possibly be planningShe places her hand on my cheek and starts moving my face towards hers I begin to breath a bit heavier knowing I’m only seconds away “I don’t mind at all” she whispers in my ear and there I am looking at my aunts hot body I can’t believe my eyes her breast look even better outside her bra I immediately start scanning her body starting at her breast and. .. well, she was a lesbo bitch, not just that, but a MLF (Militant Lesbian Feminist) and inserting his cigar into her pussy was akin to rape, even if he was sufficiently motivated to beg.Anyway, she was hanging up her whips, putting away her latex and leather suit, and her other paraphernalia. ‘‘That’s it, I am already pregnant, you’ll get your baby, one child, your heir. You’re never bringing that THING near me again,’’ his wife told him.He chopped off the end of the cigar, and held the gold. "She smiled and then a groan escaped her. "Help me up. I need that drink."He took her offered hand and tugged. Once she was upright, she scooted back against the footboard and pointed at the Coke.Watching her slake her thirst - naked at the foot of the bed - sent blood pumping between his legs once more. This time, it didn't stop at half mast, and instead rose to full erection. The dull ache running through it was a little uncomfortable, but not enough to distract him from enjoying every moment.