Obedecí a sus indicaciones y me senté en el borde de la bañera. De su neceser sacó una Gilette y comenzó a rasurarme con una mano mientras que co... la otra, extendía el jabón. El contacto frío y cortante de la maquinilla al contraste con la suavidad de su mano espumosa de gel, era algo totalmente nuevo para mí. Excitante. Morboso. Ella sentada en la bañera entre mis piernas se deleitaba en dejar perfecto su trabajo. El agua seguía cayendo de la alcachofa de la ducha y salpicaba sus senos y yo no. Derek grabbed her hips and pulled her onto her knees. Ashley was now on her elbows, ass in the air. His large hands still holding her hips, Derek spread her ass with his thumbs. His long thick tongue came out and pushed against Ashley’s tight asshole. “Awwww fuck yeah,” Ashley whispered as Derek slid two fingers into Ashley’s wet pussy. His fingers worked her pussy, fingers on her G-spot, thumb swirling around her clit. The tip of Derek’s tongue was pushing hard and wiggling against her. I was worried she was going to tell my mother she replied in a shocked voice, "What did you say. Did you just tell me too fuck you?" to which I replied, "Look aunt this is what you do to me" as I pulled my 7 inch cock slowly out to show her she told me, "You don't know what your doing you sick fuck" So I told her, "You better not say anything to mom or I'm going to fuck you". But I realized what I was saying and was about to apologize once again but she replied before that, "I won't tell if you. This was just so contrary to his entire life. This was not the Jerome Fischer that he had known all his life--he was becoming someone else! Since when did he give a damn about what a woman thought, liked or cared about? Women were designed to have two places on this earth: underneath him in his bed, and in front of his stove. Those thoughts had occupied his mind for the first thirty eight years of his life. What's changed? Jerry would have these thoughts, bold masculine, egocentric thoughts.