I knew exactly who that was now: Aunt Tessa. I simply couldn’t trust anyone else with that role as I could with her, and I frankly adored her in way... that I didn’t feel for anyone else. If people objected to me taking my aunt as my Queen, well, that was their problem, not mine. My father’s sister was going to be my first and favorite wife, though I would marry Sabrina, Bianca, and Carla for good measure.If anything happened to Aunt Tessa, Sabrina would take her place at my side, too. The. At least, she seemed grateful enough to share her thoughts with him. Hopefully, when she was alive again, she would share her sensations with him while he fucked her – like that strange little gypsy-goddess had last night.Things were looking up. This was the second woman in two days who had mind-linked with him. And this one wasn't one of those fabled, magical goddesses who desperately needed to fuck everything in sight. Plus, she didn't seem to have a serious relationship like the one he'd. I asked her y u didnt tuck in. she replied “anyhow u r going to remove it. whats the point in tucking it again” and we were laughing each other. it was 11.30 PM and she said she is feeling sleepy.I told her to sleep and started massaging her slowly..after sometime i slowly raised my hand and went little bit up and touched her upper part. i was about to reach her breast but still i was in fear whether she might shout. After 15 mins massaging her i slowly kept my hands on her bra and started. She reached down, using her fingertips to guide the head toward its goal, her virginal hole. I felt the head squeeze a bit as it encountered the tight opening. I rested my hands lightly on her hips.She eased herself lower. I didn't move. I let her control this, her first penetration. I could feel the head push and then enter. She was still biting her bottom lip, swept up in concentration. I felt her rise a little, then ease back down, the up, and back down again, this time letting me feel her.