As they moved to and from between her legs, the fingers sank deeper her moist membranes, slowing their advance, and seeming to hesitate as her tension...increased. Biting her lips to stifle the sob that was rising from her throat, she panted with desire as the man brought her closer and closer to orgasm without letting her reach it." -------------------------------"She whimpered softly without knowing the exact cause of her distress. Was it the finger that was probing so. She raised herself and let his now limping cock slip out of her. He looked at her and could see his cum leak out from her pussy and drip down on his cock underneath him. He almost managed to catch her grin as he passed out.__________________________________________________ Slowly he got up and looked around. How long had it been since he had last seen her? Days? Weeks? He felt famished and exhausted, but he couldn’t stop. He had to find her again. Just to see her again would be enough. He saw. Jean might see me sneaking across the yard. When they finally finished upstairs they came down and Harold went straight to the front door. I heard him say as he was leaving "The blinds should be ready in about two weeks. I will call you to set up and appointment to install them."Jean said "Okay, and don't forget my 20% discount."The last thing I heard Harold say was "I won't."Now I had to wait for Jean to get busy somewhere in the back of the house so I could sneak out of the basement and get. If so it was high time she had her asshole reamed out. Her ass could use a little loosening up anyway and it seemed she was hot for it.Aunt Alia kept my cock head inside the woman's ass while she applied a thick coat of butter to the shaft that waited impatiently outside. When she finished lubing me, Aunt said, "Now, fuck her." Yes, fuck my ass," the woman whispered, breaking our marathon kiss. Her accent sounded familiar. I was sure I had heard that voice before. I tried to remember in vain..