" Remember, we are going to have parties and guests."The front door opened, and a tall man in his sixties came out. "I thought I heard the Packard. We...come, Miss Alyssia, and welcome, Mr. Alexander."As soon as Benton had taken their coats, he opened the doors to the central hall of the house. A truly breathtaking room. Huge winding stairs running up the walls, an elaborate lift made of glass and cast iron, and an enormous bay window with double doors, leading to a beautiful, secluded garden,. I know we're drifting apart a little bit further all the time. I know we don't share..." I love you Sondra." I know that. And I love you. And i know a lot ofthis is my fault. I know you've sometimes wanted more than I was prepared to give. but thngs have changed. I've changed. IBut most of all, it's not like it used to be. I used to be the center of your life and you were the center of mine. I don't expect the sexual marathons we had when we were first married, but I miss being physically. This guy did not hang around and went straight to work and eating out her fuckmeat pussy.She could hear this guys moans of a****listic pleasure as he was eating her wide open cunt out, devouring her and she was blushing as she could feel her body betraying her mind, yes, her pussy was leaking her juices, almost like her mommy pussy preparing herself for the abuse she will surely endure. She head the guy lapping between her legs yell out “fuck me this filthy slut is soaking down here and smells. Their relationship has recently been a bit rocky though. The crazy part of this story is that the guy she with now is actually her ex-husband former friend. All three of them lived together in same house for a good amount of time. As soon as my aunt & her husband split, he was there to pick up the pieces. I have some thoughts on this but I will probably elaborate later on. This is just a little info on my aunt.My sexual desire for my aunt all started when she came to the U.S. she’s originally.