I could feel the heat as well as the moisture of her pussy through them. I looked over at my Aunt and she was starring at us with a look of lust in he... eyes. Then my wife took my other hand and placed it on her tit. Her nipple was hard I started playing with it and as I rolled it between my fore finger and thump while rubbing her pussy through her pants. That was all she could take “GOD DAMN IT I WANT YOU I CAN NOT WAIT” Just then my Aunt spoke “You have to wait like we talked about” Looking. She was bra-less and her nipples showed through her top. She looked a million dollars. There was a lot of laughter and flirting and I couldn’t help noticing that her & Steve were paying a lot of attention to each other.At closing time, we jumped in a taxi back to mine. I had to rush to the toilet, leaving Steve & Sarah. When I came back downstairs, what a sight greeted me! My girlfriend was sitting on my best mates lap, they were kissing passionately. Steve was squeezing one of Sarah’s boobs. Some time later, crazed with remorse, William Wentworth placed a marker at the head of his daughter’s grave. Then he shot himself and died, falling across the grave of his daughter. Later the marker was stolen and now no one knows where that grave is located.“Legend has it that every so often she comes back from the grave for an evening of sex that borders on the verge of depravity. If the man she chooses refuses her or doesn’t perform well, she kills him. If he performs well, to her desires. Just write the best you know how and let your readersjudge. Some will be grateful." Vickie, keep on writing. Every paragraphwas a punch to the gut - no, not so much a punch, as it was an attempt toremove a very large distasteful blockage from one's inner airway. Thankyou. Don't apologize to anyone. In the mildly paraphrased words of TinaFey, "Bitch is the new black! Remember those nuns at school! You'd hatethose bitches, but goddammit you'd know the capital of Vermont!"I'll leave a quick bio in.