"I can wait for your answer," she giggles, " but not for long." She speeds up her rhythmic rubbing, beginning to moan, threatening to orgasm. A whimpe... escapes from the back of my throat. "Please..." my voice is higher, softer than I expected. "Very good first try, pet. Give it another go, more earnestly, now." "Please!?" I call to her, this time a little to desperate as I feel my sexuality begin to overpower my nerves. She moans again and now she is simply taunting me, enticing me with. It was a sunny Californian afternoon, near the sea and in a beautiful big house.I went with my wife, who by the time this story happened she was dancing with my friend.I said to her that I need to go to the loo. it was more to see what was around that a natural emergencyearlier, I had noticed the weeding photographer, she was a very hot lady, in his middle 50's, short blondish hair, long skinny legs and wonderful middle size breast under a silk yellow shirt. For some reason she turned me on.. She gasped and her pussy clenched and I sank back into her. I fucked her slowly and used deep thrusts and she hugged me and kept lifting her hips. Several minutes and I was using firm strokes and she was jerking and spasming, “aaaahhhh!”She bucked and wiggled and squirmed and I finally buried my cock and held her as I pumped strong spurts of sperm. She shook and clutched me when she felt it, “mmmm!”Her tight pussy constantly gripped and clenched as if milking my cock. When I finished I kissed. I went towards him to tell him to go away. “Hmmm aunty, you are a looker…and only a little bit of weight since your college days.” I didn’t like the way he was speaking, while he had always looked at me and stripped my clothes off with his eyes, he had never talked to me much. “Rohit if you don’t mind I have some urgent work, would you mind leaving now.” He was at the door to my bedroom now, I moved to the door of the bedroom to prevent him entering the room. Rohit turned to me and with wicked.