Harold said, "Are you alright now?"Barbera considered the question as if it were the most important question she would ever answer, and said, "I think...I've got my head wrapped around the concept enough that I'm not still in total shock. My head feels good, thanks for the excellent care everyone, I see that the First Aid training, we insisted you take, wasn't wasted."Slowly swiveling her legs over the side of the bed, she sat up, and when she was sure she wasn't going to suffer a relapse, said,. Not my fault. Take it up with the management." "Very funny. So, where do you want this thing?" I don't! Put it back where you found it. Maybe she'll come back to get it." You're impossible Lori. I told you there's no girl." Well, I don't want it, so put it back or in the trash. I don't care."I couldn't help but notice it was a very nice skirt. Seemed a shame to throw it out, especially with people in rags out on the street. Maybe I could just donate it somewhere.*Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll. .”. With my hands on her hips and her ass on my cock, I guided her against me, back and forth, harder and harder. I could feel my cock touching her wet spot. As my cock slid between her legs the warmth was overwhelming. She slid her hand underneath her ass and grabbed my cock through my pants, giving it a firm squeeze. She was driving me fucking crazy. My aunt was sitting on my lap, her skirt hiked up to her waist with her hand on my cock. I couldn't believe my luck. I started to pull her skirt. She kissed me back, gently at first, her tongue sliding into my mouth.We began making out, hard, passionate kissing.I moved my hand under her shirt and began running my hand over one of soft tits.Suddenly she pulled away, breathless. “I want to.” She said weakly, her voice trailing off.“It's OK. I do too. You’re so sexy. So hot.” I took her hand and put it on my bulging crotch - my cock was straining the buttons of my Levi 501’s. “See how hard you make me?” I asked.She took another large.