" I shook my head. "You reallyneed to relax, Rachel." Your humor leaves a lot to be desired," she said dryly. "A lot. Verywell, then. I suppose you ha...e a worthwhile explanation?"No, actually, I didn't. Because I didn't have the slightest damn cluewhat I did, or didn't do, that required me to explain anything tosomeone like this Rachel. There had been cliques at my high school, butnone of the so-called Queen Bees ever gave off this much attitude."Explanation for what?" I asked."Your absence. There was a huge wet spot in the center of the bed, with the cock in the middel. On the TV was the video I had taken of her. I bent over to see if the wet spot had a mans sperm mixed in.To my relief it was all her. I looked around the corner and she was showering alone. I grabbed my cell and left without her knowing. That night I got home she was still in bed. There were new sheets on the bed, no video on the TV, and no sight of the rubber cock. She was wearing an old white dress shirt of mine,. "I eased away and unlocked her door. Pushing it open, I tossed my things inside before scooping her up and carrying her to her bed. We both stripped quietly while watching the other. I then placed her on her back and climbed between her thighs. It started gently as my tongue caressed her labia and parted them. But, as Red's sounds magnified, so did my pressure and enthusiasm.It wasn't long before Red was having multiple orgasms and pulling my face to hers. Once our lips met, her hands. She leaned over and kissed him again, both of herhands now working on his prick, rubbing it, feeling it, her sensitive fingertipsexamining the swollen, sinuous veins, the knob, and the tip leaking clear juice inanticipation of the fucking that Herb knew would come. His tongue entwined with thatof his young aunt, and Herb suddenly felt the full power of the mature woman'ssexuality. This would be different from fucking a sixteen-year-old high-school girl whoknew how to move her ass and cunt but.