I knew that Uncle Davie was a lot older than my Aunt - later I discovered the age gap was 17 years - but I never gave that much thought when I stayed ...ith them.Much later on in my stay I found out that my Aunt had been educated at at a well-known boarding school but she had run off with Uncle Davie when he came to work on the school roof; she had been seventeen at the time and was promptly disowned by her family. The passion which had prompted her to run off with him must have cooled long. ' She concluded this sentence by drawing her pink tongue across her lip gloss, emphasizing her voracious appetite for mans seed, warm and salty, bitter and full of seminal fluid.'What about your husband?' He was wilting in her presence, shifting uncomfortably, he had an erection, she emanated sex from every pore and he felt uncomfortable, as this sexually aggressive creature, toyed with him, 'He knew what he was getting when we married'. There was a cough from the front seat, they both looked. He slowly started to fuck her, her moans were soft. He started to fuck her harder and harder, her moans changed to screams of pleasure Oh fuck yes, fuck me harder, oh god yes He was riding her as hard as he could, his frustration slowly leaking out. He pulled out, he knew he was going to cum and he didnt want to do that yet. Please keep going, i want you to cum inside me He started pumping in and out of her hard, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, he was being rough and he loved it,. Horns sprouted from his head, and a beard and goatee adorned his face. He was bare-chested, more muscular and with more chest hair than was normal for Fred. From the waist down, he appeared to be goat, with furry legs ending in hoofed feet. At his waist he carried a pan pipe, the traditional musical instrument of a satyr."What the hell are you? Some kind of goat boy?" Jeff mocked.Fred frowned. "I was going to compliment you on your 'costume'," he said, "but if you're going to be rude...".