This tastes good.” You’re welcome, Bobby.”“Now, boys, what were you doing outside the fence while watching me sunbathe?”Bobby replies, “I ...m sorry we can’t say, Mrs. Fletcher.”“Well, I can guess- you were jerking off weren’t you? Come on, speak up I am mature woman and I know boys as well as men.”The chubby Scott confirms, “Yeah, sorry. We will stop, Mrs. Fletcher, please don’t tell our parents!”“Did you masturbate already today, boys?”“Mast-ur-bate?” “Yes, playing with your penises, boys.”“No,. ’ She downed her drink, sat the tumbler noisily on the table, and stood. She kissed me on the forehead, rumbled my hair, and said, ‘It’s bedtime for me. Lock everything up, will you, honey?’ ‘Sure, Aunt Dorothy. Good night.’ I haven’t said enough about my dear Aunt Dorothy. She’s only fifteen years older than I am, younger than my dead mother by six years. She is smart and intelligent. She has a good sense of humor and a backbone of steel. She’s an attractive woman, tall and slender, with great. Soon he found himself as an animal. He was now thrusting back against her, each penetration sending waves of pleasure rippling through his body. He found himself feeling empty as she would pull out, and in desperation he would slam back onto the strap-on, fulfilling his lustful need to have his ass violated by her. Andi was also becoming lost in her own lust. The power she wielded over Eric, the unending pleasure from the vibrator in her pussy, and the back of the strap-on hitting her clit. "This is my favorite position," she told me, woozily, I and fucked her harder.I sucked on her tits. I ate her out. She choked on my cock. I fucked her harder.At this point, I had drunk just enough that I was losing sensation in my cock. I could keep it up and the sex still felt good, but I could hold out on cumming indefinitely. She shook underneath me with reverberating orgasms several times, but I kept drilling into her with her own wetness spilling out of her and bursts. We must have fucked.