“Let’s go to our dungeon.”“Dungeon?” squeaked Mrs. Armstrong.“Does your wife have permission to speak?” Clint demanded.“Quiet, whore,�...� Mr. Armstrong said, his voice cracking. “You ... you don’t speak right now. Not after sucking his cock.”She flushed and lowered her head, more cum dribbling off her cheeks. She wiggled her hips. I rolled my eyes, my hands playing with the harness of my strap-on dildo. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stefani peeking into the living room. We were in the third. How I know this? because she used to masturbate in front of me.Don't be shocked, it was all her idea; at twelve she confessed her lesbianism. I was shocked but after all it is her life. Things sure changed at that point, she borrowed my nude girl magazines from me, and even masturbated to them in front of me not minding me watching and getting off seeing her body. I guess she enjoyed me watching her, it added to her horniness she once said. After months and years of her masturbating to these. ?The truth is?I?m just as perverted as you, Adam.? I want sex just as much as any other womandoes.? In fact?to be honest, although itcaught me off guard?I like what I?ve become.? To prove her point, she sat down and spread her legswide?bending forward like some kind of strange rubber band, she slid both herforearms all the way up into her pussy.?Moaning and stretching it further?she even managed to slide her headinside it?rolling backwards and folding her knees forward, she even managed. . with mynipples...- Your stiff little nipples!- Yeees, my stiff little nipples! Please play with them!There! I got it out, and had to moan loudly when my aunt again started totouch my budding breasts and tease the fleshy nipples with her clever,experienced hands. I was putty in the hands of such a competent woman, andshe was leading me towards the point of no return! She knew that, of course.It was what she was aiming at: making me her love toy. And she also knew shewas succeding. I offered no.