She got a chair from the bedroom asked if I could reach up, open the hatch and pull down the loft ladder (Betty was a petite lady not much over 5’ t...ll). I did that in a jiffy. ‘Thanks Bill I’ll be fine now you can get back to your studies’. I said you’ll need me to close the hatch again so let me help you it will be quicker with two pairs of hands. ‘That’s really kind of you Bill. You hand them up to me and I’ll slide them into the attic’. With that she climbed up the ladder so her head was. It was 11.30pm and there was lightning was flashing constantly and The claps of thunder were deafening. She cried out, calling my name and I went running to her room, asking her, “What happened, Aunty? What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” When she didn’t answer I knocked on the door, calling out, “Aunty! Open the door Aunty!” she opened the door, and I could see she was uneasy and was sweating profusely. “What happened, Aunty?” I asked in a worried voice. “It’s thundering and I’m really. The line dug into the girl’s neck and she tried the squirm away, but of course there was nowhere to go. Once again I plunged my cock into her resistant young snatch. It actually felt even better this time. I started grinding slowly, methodically, enjoying the friction of her flesh, and then I worked up a little speed. Jake was enjoying his role as well. He pulled with all of his considerable strength on the ends of that garrote, no doubt impatient to enjoy her himself. She looked up at him as. We both reached out to catch her hands.“Aubrey...”“Would you like to go out with us this week?” Kyle finished.“We could go to the Cowboy Bar and Grill Wednesday night. That’s when they allow underaged kids in until ten,” I added.“We could pick you up early and go to dinner first.”“Or we could go to the arcade if you’d prefer.”“Or just go get coffee,” Kyle finished. We were both holding her hands and she squeezed them.“You don’t think I’d just be a third wheel?” she asked.“Nothing’s more stable.