. Can it?" He continued to stand there frozen. Then again, what else could he do? She said. " Okay? Ready for the next part?" She waited a moment and ...nswered for him. " Ready as you'll ever be? Okay then, let's get started shall we?" She giggled again. She reached out and took hold of his manhood and whispered something under her breath. He could feel himself become erect. He could also see it in the mirror. Then she raised her hands over their heads and once again began to chant. It began as. I alternated between pinching and licking her nipples, and she began to squirm beneath me on the couch. When I began caressing her nipples in unison and kissing her neck, I could feel her thrusting her hips into me and grinding her cunt toward mine. I gleefully applied a little pressure and pressed back upon her.She worked her left hand between us and cupped each of my breasts in turn, and I moaned in spite of myself. It was amazing to feel her touch again after all this time. In part to tease. I liked that she called her pussy a cunt and openly admitted it was wet. That word was as taboo to women as the N word was to most black people. I knew she HAD to use it, according to her protocol, but it was still sexy-hot hearing an actual woman describe her wet cunt and apologize to me for it. It seemed so surreal that I found it hard to believe I had actually heard her say it.“I never knew how funny you were until today. I always thought you were a quiet loner,” Charity changed the subject. I liked it.I started lapping at Auntie's crotch, the silky material on thesides was replaced with cotton in the middle. The roughnessagainst my tongue felt great as I added to the moisture there. Ipressed my tongue into the center to the crotch, and the pantiesslipped a little inside Aunt Heather. Hairs started to tickle mychin. I reached up and pulled the crotch-piece to the side andburied my face into my Aunt's pussy. She was so wet that my chinjust about slipped into her. I stuck my.