So what’s next? You going back to work?’ ‘Nope. I’m going to be Mrs. Grant Larkin, housewife and, with any luck, mother,’ she exclaimed. ‘...ow … Ma Larkin! I’d never have guessed. Both you and Grant want this?’ I asked carefully. ‘Oh yeah … we’ve talked about it a lot. I’m not getting any younger, Tory. Besides, I want kids. I love kids and I’ll love ours when they come along.’ She was the same Molly that I remembered. Full of fun and enthusiasm … except if you crossed her. I’d already felt the. We both we caught staring at her; she never minded that and kept doing her work. During breakfast time dad asked aunty to cook for herself also at our home itself. After repeated requests aunty obilised that.In the evening I came home at 5 and got freshen up and at around 6 aunty has come and started making snacks and dinner. I after having snacks I left to my room and started to chat in phone, by that time aunty finished her work and came to my room and talked some random topics and asked me. You laugh and ask "it was that easy?" And I just look at you and tell you to fuck me from behind. I want pain. We get out of your car and you bend me over your driver seat and smack my ass over and over till I beg you to just fuck me. With that, you pull back a bit and then shove your raging hard dick into my tight pussy and begin to tear it up. You have one hand in my hair while the other is on my hip as to give added thrust when pushing back in and I'm holding on to the edge of the seat,. " I don't have anything else going on, Sugar, so I guess I can give you a discount." Hop in," I said, unlocking the door. With a spring in her step that reminded me of her cheerleading career, she opened the door and slid into the passenger side. I didn't wait for her to buckle up. A wave of cheap knock-off perfume, the stuff they sell in the 'hood that is supposed to smell like expensive stuff, rolled over me and almost made me gag. "Where to?" Behind that old Food Lion," she said, pointing to.