“And you have made me so hot, Auntyl! I must fuck you now” he smiled. “Your body is driving me crazy! You love to be fucked, don’t you, Aunty?...��“Ohhhhhh. . . yeeesssss. . . you are making me mad with lust for your cock, you are a big stud. My husband doesnt fuck me anymore. He just fucks me once in a while. . And I starve for a cock.”“I can fuck you anytime you say, aunty! I want to bury my cock deep inside you. I have fucked many of my mother’s friends” And his words were followed by a sharp. But ... you made promises, and you had intercourse with him. That makes a difference, doesn't it?" Oh, my..." Delia frowned, "this isn't making me feel better, Bert," looking down at her empty plate."My dear, I'm not trying to make you feel better."She looked up, surprise in her face. "Why would you make me feel bad?" I'm not trying to do that, either. Just trying to help you think about your problem. If you can sort things out in your own mind, I think you will feel better. Actually, I think. Just what is it about me that has changed? Doesn’t seem like a physical change. She cupped her 34C breasts and lifted them as if to weigh them. They weren’t very big and she didn’t go out of her way to flaunt them with push-up bras or lacy nothings. But she had been groped by Denny and by that nameless store clerk. Denny had big hands and he had been rough. On the other hand, the store clerk had soft pillowy hands that made her feel good. What had he done? Her hands started to move ever so. My most erotic experience had to be on my 18th birthday. My friends took me to this place called The Basement. I'd never heard of anything like it, before or since (unfortunately). But wow, let's see if I can capture my feeling as I went through that experience.It didn't look like much from the outside - in fact, it looked like an old abandoned warehouse! The doors were steel and clanged really loud when you shut them. After passing through the first room, though, we went down these stairs and.