I... We... slept in', she barely suppressed a giggle.'Slept in my foot', he thought. She said this every Saturday.He reached out to her with the boxes... He was about a foot taller than her and as she stepped forward to take the cakes he could see right down her cleavage. He glanced up and their eyes met. She knew what was going on alright. Of that he was convinced.She put her hands round the sides of the bottom box and pulled them towards her, causing the backs of his hands to press into her. She stood and looked out the window at the snowfall, something she had missed during our four years at an Arizona university. Her cherry-red hair truly stood out against the white sweater she wore and the whitish-blue glow of the moonlight illuminating the scene outside. I placed the safety grate across the fireplace, then stood and returned to her. I wrapped my arms around her, and she leaned back against me, lacing her fingers together behind my neck. Recognizing this position, my hands. I get into my car and ride over as fast as i can. heart beating fast scared as shit as what i could walk into. i get there and go in my aunts house, its quiet nobody down stairs, i yell out hello aunt karen you here? i hear her say up here honey i need to talk to you. i go up and my aunt is in her room she does have a robe on, she says sit down we have to talk.she told me that her and my uncle are getting divorced, im like does he know?!nope she says its just they have drifted apart and have. He grabbed my face and thrust his dick into my mouth filling it with his warm load. Satisfied, Patrick laid back down in bed, body still twitching. "Now I can try to sleep," he laughed. I kissed him good night and continued with my laundry. But, I couldn't focus. On anything. My pussy was throbbing. I was dripping my sweet juices all over my thighs. I needed to get off. How fair was it that only he got off anyway? I tried everything not to think of it, but every step I took, I felt my shorts.