I licked boldly at Aunt Cheryl’s pussy. My tongue licked through her hot folds, her curly pubic hairs tickling my lips and cheeks. I gathered Clint�...�s salty cum and the wonderful, spicy juices of Aunt Cheryl’s pussy. She moaned and shuddered as my tongue licked up to her clit, pink and hard and throbbing as I lapped at it.“Oh, yes, lick Aunty Cheryl’s pussy. Mmm, you are just a submissive slut for my son. Oh, yes, you’re my son’s slave.”Slave! That was a wonderful word.“My chief slave,” Clint. As she slowly moved on up my nose seemed to run down her arse crack and I soon got the musky smell filling my head as my face was right between her legs, one more step and her head would be inside the loft and she could then continue with the inspection. As she took the final step with my nose wedged into her crack the upward motion seemed to pull her panties down an inch or so and now the top of her crack was visible and the gusset between her legs had loosened considerably forcing a gap. Kelly handed me her cigarette lighter and said “Light it up Honey.”Over the next few miles we passed the joint back and forth and by the time we approached the bookstore we both had a good buzz going. Upon first laying eyes on the building I couldn’t help but notice the color of the roof and the general architecture made me think that this building at one time was a Stuckeys. I remember the Stuckey stores along the highways and byways of America when I was younger. They have long since gone. I asked if she was ok and she whispered she was sorry then asked why her and I didn't get together back in the day. She started to lament even marrying Brad and chastised herself for not seeing his shallow nature before committing herself by marriage, then by pregnancy, to a man that only wanted a model, a facade and not caring or even interested in what was under the surface.She talked as she sniffled and I just listened, chimed in when needed, all the while I soothed her by stroking her hair.