She kept bobbing up an down. When I was done she lickedthe stray bit of cum off her lips. Now it was MY turn to give thanks. "Melissa, that was wonder...ul. You do that sooooowell." "Thank you." I looked down and realized that I STILL had a raging boner.This hadn't happened for well over 10 years. I was readyto go again. I rolled Melissa onto her back and moved my cock towardsher pussy. She was shaking. "Are you scared, Melissa?" "No. I just want your fucking dick inside me."I slowly moved it. I became out of control and masturbated in front of her thirsty eyes. When I came out, the aunt was not there. On Saturday around noon time, I saw from the window of my room that aunt was washing clothes sitting outside the bathroom under the sun. That time she was wearing a white blouse and white petticoat and she was completely wet. Her big melons were almost exposed due to low cut blouse and because it was totally wet. She was aware that I was watching her but she was pretending if she was. On the contrary, they discovered theirmechanical principles long ago and only the paucity of sufficient metals andthe non-existence of any sort of industrial base prevent their widespread use.They do have personal, portable computers cum mobile message senders, but theyare crudely constructed and somewhat unreliable; necessarily the case when eachman must assemble and programme his own machine. They have ships, powered bythe wind and by great paddle wheels turned by teams of women trudging. I kept looking as my foreskin kept enveloping my throbbing pink head, then peeling back like a flower going back into a bud. My balls contracted involuntary, cupping them I began to roll the egg sized spheres between my fingers. Kicking off my underwear I lifted my left leg and spread my ass cheek. The hot air against my shit slit felt so good Figaro, I haven't felt such ecstasy before. With my fuck you finger I began to rub my rosebud, all the while bashing my 8 inch member. I picked up the.