I took bags and greeted them and lead them to my home. My aunt smile and she being just centimeters away from my reach made me jump in joy. I showed t...em their room and that night I controlled masturbating and went to sleep in my room. Next, I woke up late and my aunt already made breakfast. I quickly came back after a fresh up and settled in the hall waiting for the coffee. I looked around and my uncle wasn’t there so when an aunt came to give me coffee I asked where he is and she said he went. "We hooked up a few times. Nothing more. It's been over for weeks."I grimaced at the thought of the hockey player having sex with my girlfriend.Ashlyn glared at me. "What, YOU'RE going to get all self-righteous about sleeping around?"I immediately held my hands up defensively. "No, no. We always had an open relationship. And I was gone for a very long time." Damn straight you were."I blinked and gave Ashlyn a significant look. "But this Fabrizio guy. He's more than just a hookup, isn't he?. It was almost five AM. I got out of bed and quietly went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I was still thinking. I tried some mind tricks to stop, it but nothing worked. Before leaving the bathroom, I glanced over to the hamper. I slowly lifted the lid and looked in. Moving a few things around on top, I found a pair of black silk panties and a black pushup bra. These were special occasion underwear. She wore them on birthdays, anniversaries, and other times that were cause for celebration. The. Cum for me.” Again, I follow his orders and a thrashing climax goes through my body and makes me grasp his cock inside me, which only turns me on more. This shit is wonderful. He slows down so I can recover, but goes back to his slow stroke and I’m building again. Really? I’m about to cum again? “Z.” “Come on Chrissy.” “Oh my God.” I cum again. He doesn’t slow down this time. He’s going for his nut and I look at his face and get turned on again watching him go towards his release. “Oh shit. Oh.