My companion was not going to reveal herself fully. Nor would I. There was something special about this secret time which was being made even more spe...ial, because she had insinuated herself into my fantasies. I had not been open to this level of trust, which had likely reserved for my mother. Sometimes, I’d get close. In those short moments, chatting and jerking off with older men, circumscribed by our pure, that is, orgasm-focused relationships, I’d feel kinship. Here I was with a woman and. He was serious about fucking me right here, pinned against the counter, while the party went on, while anyone could walk in on us. And it was a hot idea, one that made my pussy clench and ache with need. “Christopher…please…” I said softly, slipping my hands free of his, bringing them to my breasts, kneading and cupping the flesh. His eyes watched me in the mirror as I pulled the top of my dress down, pulling my breasts free, and my fingers tweaked and stroked my nipples, making them bead and. I decided after that I needed to fuck her. As the day went on and evening approached most of the party goers left to go to their own homes which left my brother, his wife and his son, Emma and her parents, Nat and myself. We went inside as it was getting colder and we had an nice big log fire on the go. And prepared for an evening meal. The two children went to the den and watched cartoons while we adults chatted. I called the kids for the evening meal and we all sat down to eat. Emma sat. She was ready to be fucked by me at last. My sister went to have bath and my aunt went inside the kitchen. I went inside the kitchen to put the coffee glass in the sink. She turned her head and gave me sexy smile and she bit her lips as shown in b grade movies. I scratched my balls while she was seeing me. She laughed. I said won’t you scratch for me. She said i will but not now. I said to my self-phase re aunty. I went back to my room.My sister and aunty sleep on one double bed cot and me on a.