She turned and looked at him. Her face inches from his. ‘Yes, wow!’ she echoed. She kissed him… or perhaps he had kissed her. It didn’t seem t... matter. The kiss was different than so many they had shared. So often their kisses were more of an act of consuming one another but these didn’t even allow their tongues to break the contact of their lips. They were almost virginal kisses with great politeness and deep flowing passion. Not the kind that had driven them in their coupling, but the slow. It had a well maintained bu thick growth bush around it. Aunt sat down on the commode and slowly a trickle started. Aunt spread her cunt lips with her fingers as the power of the force increased. “Touch it. It will not bite you in fact it will feel nice. I very tentatively touched the cunt opening and splashed the piss over Aunt’s thighs.“Sorry” I said, without looking up. “Now you will have to give me a shower” she said. While I was intently watching the piss flow, I had not realized that Aunt. ” I dive in, mouth sealing around my meal of hot fudge pussy and whipped cream arousal. I am not disappointed. Not even the most talented Belgian chocolatier could bring out this much flavor. It’s bittersweet with subtle hints of heat, like chili fudge.“Fuck,” she grunts. “More. Deeper. FUUCK!”Her legs squeeze around my head; I respond by burrowing my tongue in as deeply as possible to devour her steady gush of creamy fluids.A warm electric buzz builds in me the more I swallow, like that. I get out of school at four o'clock. Will you want one of my parents present?"He smiled. "That would be best. Let's do it tomorrow about five-thirty."I agreed and gave him my address.That evening, my father promised to leave his office early the next day, and Mom wanted to meet Gary Frazier, the gallery owner, and said that she'd make arrangements to be there, too. What's more, Mom had some ideas on how my paintings should be presented."That studio doesn't do your paintings justice, Brent," she.