I could feel cum dripping out of Aunt Marti's cunt and running down my scrotum. I shot the last of my cum into Aunt Marti. My passion was spent. I col...apsed onto Aunt Marti's back with my deflating cock still buried in her.I reached around her chest to cup her breasts with my hands. Her nipples were rock hard."Get off me, Max," mumbled Aunt Marti. "We're smothering Alice."I pulled back from Aunt Marti and sat on the bed. Aunt Marti got up on her knees with her cunt still poised over Alice's. She could help but let out a lazy sigh. Waking up to the local pop station wasn’t her first choice, but it was better than the annoying beep of the alarm. She pulled herself from between the sheets, turning on her light and straightening her room, an activity that seemed to always slip to the bottom of the priority list when it came to the weeks busy schedule. It was then her cell phone rang. She grabbed for it, checking the caller ID before her brows knitted in confusion. The number wasn’t. After anothersecond's searching, my friend followed suit with a dissatisfied grunt,running his hands through and shaking out long, straight, rust-colored hairas he stood. "Just hope you haven't sprung a leak."He grimaced and nodded in agreement, looking patently absurd with his piggyface above a model's body and under fabulous hair, until his lips grew fulland cherry red, his nose shrank to something upturned and far moreappealing, his jowls dissipated to reveal flawless cheeks, and his. Jill broke the silence and thanked Hob for inviting her to church last week telling him how she had strayed from the lord but felt at home now. Hob asked her if she wanted to pray and she nodded. Taking her hands in his he thanked God for the beautiful day and for bringing one of his lost sheep back to the flock. Saying amen and opening his eyes Hob was once again struck by her feminine beauty. ‘Jill I have a gift for you,’ he said handing her a small wrapped box. Jill opened it in wide eyed.