The men were all big Rugby fans, televised England internationals were big events for them and as they had the biggest TV, they’d always watch them ...t their house. Claire would be the guys’ waitress for the day, making sure they’d plenty to eat and that their beer glasses were never empty. The way the matches fell, it meant a full house, five weekends out of seven. She hadn’t considered there was ever a problem but the longer they knew them the more familiar the guys got with her, suggestive. But at the same time it was her nephew. It was as if he had separated into two distinct and definable pernephewalities in the matter of a few seconds.Confused and mortified that she could think of Christian in two totally different ways, she couldn't stop herself from fingering her burning clitoris.Then, suddenly, the door to her room opened and Christian stood in the doorway staring down at her vulnerable nakedness."Auntie, I..." she heard him say as he stopped and stood staring down at her. Ooooh, you feel so good in me! Gimme it! Fuck me hard!” she whispered roughly. I rolled her over, sliding high for more leverage and jammed her full of me. She tried to roll me back, but I grabbed her hands and pinned them on the pillows above her head. In and out I whipped like a piston, and her eyes were on fire with pure lust as we explored each other. She came quickly and suddenly, a loud, wild moan that had her voice cracking, followed by rapid panting. “Oh, yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yeah! Fuck. Won't you join us?"Horatia returned Nicola's greeting graciously, although with a moment's hesitation. I saw her bite her lip. Then she came to join both of us in the parlour."You will take a glass of wine, I am sure," urged Nicola, by way of starting the proceedings. Horatia, never one to resist the fruits of the vine I am afraid to say, happily agreed and willingly accepted a glass of Hock. "I hope that you have had both a pleasant and productive afternoon."Horatia looked at me with an air of.