I asked her if she wanted more than fingers up her, and she giggled but said, "No, not now. I want to get to know you better first." So we just mastur...ated each other for a while. By the time I left the pool with half a hard-on from her ministrations, Beryl had struck up a conversation with a powerfully-built man with a bald head and bushy mustache. He looked like a wrestler, but there was no menace at all in his smile and demeanor, and I felt completely comfortable around him as Beryl. While massaging her balls, I wrap my lips around the head of her dick, exploring the contours and ridges of the head with my tongue. I move her cock further into my mouth, coming back up and then down, slowly, my tongue playing with the head, keeping my teeth away from any of her skin. I think to myself that all I have to do, is do it how I would like her doing it to me. I am so hard with her cock in my mouth that I want to explode again, but this time I know I can wait. I move my head down. She was facing the kitchen table and I was at her back.She was talking something but I was not in a mood to listen.I don’t know how it happened; I went forward, hugged from the back and was pointing my dick at her ass.She was shocked for a moment and was not able to talk.Then I suddenly turned her and kissed her on her lips.She pushed me and asked “Hemanth! what are doing? are you mad?I’m your aunt”….blah blah blah… even before she stopped scolding me, again I kissed her on lips.She was. 'Oh really?' I said. 'I must look a total mess, soaked through, and exhausted?', 'I see you have a flat tyre, want some help, can I give you a hand?' I didn't catch what he said, not so much because of the face covering or the thunder and lightening but because I couldn't take my eyes off his hands, so large, so strong, so rough, a real man. Despite the face covering I could tell his beard was heavy but well groomed, I wasn't expecting that and was day dreaming whether he groomed as well.