And it was pretty apparent by then that she wasn't coming, wasn't looking. I'd always considered the place pretty much of a stop-gap while I establish...d myself professionally, and I'd done that. So, without much heart for it, I went house-hunting and found myself much better digs, which I could now easily afford. Moving day would be the end of the month, which was fast approaching.It was also time, as several of my friends-cum-coworkers had been pointing out to me lately, for me to "get back. 30pm, I took Lucy to work and made my way across town to Sandy’s.Sandy was single and lived alone, In a high-rise block of luxury apartments. I arrived at 8.55pm, sandy was already waiting her door was slightly ajar, I knocked as its only polite, come in she called back I’m just in the pantry. I walked on through closing the door behind me, her place was immaculate, she had decorative Persian rugs, glass chandeliers, dimmed lighting an ornate gas fire that looked like an open coal fire. Candles. Aunt Marie was going to town on my cock, and even as close as I was, I couldn't hear anything from her."What did you think when you saw that big sow just laying there, Jeremy?" She was beautiful," I answered, rubbing my hand down Aunt Marie's hair. "I'd never seen anything like it. And so close." Yeah. I kept expecting her to spook and you'd lose the opportunity of a lifetime," Dad bellowed."I couldn't believe my luck," I told him, getting into the idea of talking to my Dad, and Colin and Mom. Jennifer is at her knees facing me from close to take it down and see that pole in my tent terribly teasing her.I love how she immediately starts to cover it with kisses and loves to lick some early pre-cum from the top.Jennifer is at her knees, from the front she switches back and begs me: "Can I be your bride please, Peter?"I love how hot we come together as much she loves to feel how my seed fills her fanny to fullfill her needs.Jennifer is my earliest muse in sexy series short storiesI love.