When I found nothing wrong, I climbed back in the truck and happened to glance at the gas gage. No gas.I couldn't believe my eyes and looked three mor... times to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I even turned the key after the last look. My gas gage always works and I knew darn well I had just put gas in that -- I closed my eyes and groaned to myself. I never got to the gas station that morning as planned because Dad had flagged me as I passed our place and got me to help him pick up some. The days we spent together reminded me of why she had been my favorite aunt growing up. She was mature, respectful, but also knew how to have fun. Because she was a Toronto police officer, I expected her to be upset when my article got published. However, she had congratulated me on the well-written article even before it had become successful. When the article had been shared over a hundred thousand times, she had messaged me a picture of her brassiere along with the caption: So, I guess I. Ouch be careful , your false nails nipped me I laughed sorry I didnt mean to these nails are long she said its ok it was an accident I said . I need the toilet Gina said me to said Shelly wipe your face you got red lipstick all over it laughed Gina. Ok cool I said. Shelly and Gina went not to the toilet but to the nearest bushes to go to the toilet to pee classy I thought to myself me to relieve myself of my beer filled bladder. The girls came back and Gina said im going to leave you to. “Are you okay..?” I asked “Max I want you to fuck me hard and rapidly like you have done this plenty times before… okay?” I started slowly fucking her but Gene told me to be quicker and harder. I grabbed her tits as she moved faster while riding me. “Max fuck me harder….make me cum Max!” I reached for her hips and started moving her up and down my shaft as fast as I could. “Max!” she screamed as I felt her nipples harden against my body. I stood up wrapping my arms around her.