I poured orange juice for everyone and set the table for my Aunt, her guest, and my three cousins. I set up cereal and put out the milk and started Co...fee. I had seen my mom do it, and the coffee pot looked similar. I was putting silverware on the table when my Aunt came walking out of her bedroom, yawning. She didn’t cover her mouth.“I read in the etiquette book you gave me that you are supposed to cover your mouth when you yawn, Ma’am,” I reminded her politely.“You were doing so well last. I’d been in the music business for nearly 25 years (I had made my first recording on an already obsolete shellac 78-rpm record in 1961 at the age of 17) mostly playing piano or keyboards, and had gotten my start as a studio or session musician for other artists as the rock and roll explosion of the 1960’s took off. I had developed a good reputation of being able to learn a song in just one take and play exactly what the record’s producer was looking for (usually as the drug addled band member I. He was continuing making hard strokes with his sexy moves and I was enjoying it. My wet juicy pussy was providing him full support in making hard and strong strokes without any problem. We wanted to sleep early but once we started to play sex game, we were not thinking about the time. We were enjoying without thinking about anything. Meantime, hard fucking made me more sexy and horny. I was again started to develop my next orgasm. I was ready for another sex pleasure. He was fucking me harder. They started slow but built up to a nice steady rhythm. Each of them grunting and groaning out in pleasure. Except for their moans, the only sound was from their skin slapping together, which was making Max even hornier. He thought back to some of the women he has had in his life, and none compare to Gwen. Right then he thought there is no way he is giving her up, if he can help it.They picked up the pace now and Gwen cried out, “That’s it Harder baby… Fuck.. I need to cum Baby.”When Gwen.