My mothers best friend, whom I called 'Aunt Ann' had the most unique, amazing smoking style. Aunt Ann, was a curvy, buxom woman in her late 30's, earl... 40's with Italian heritage, dark complexion and hair, which she wore in a kinda 'beehive' style. She was very striking and with her tight dresses and big breasts. But as I mentioned, she had an amazing smoking style. After a long, drawn out, cheek hollowing drags on her Benson & Hedges Menthol's she would open her mouth where a huge, thick. ” His statement was genuine and ultimately directed at her.Pam set the glass down and stood up. She removed the robe from over her shoulders and stood there now in the nearly see-through camisole. She walked over to her son while Mike watched in a flabbergasted state. Again, Pam sat on Brian’s lap just as she had done before. Immediately the pressure from her ass on his cock brought it to attention. She placed her left arm around his shoulder making sure that it was going to be a very clear. She grew up in an all male house and did not know any difference but to let the men fuck her. Her belly was beginning to bulge and her already big tits were getting bigger as they filled with milk. Her shirts were tight against the full tits.The men in her family still were coming to her bed every night. Sometimes all of them would have their way with her petite body. They had been having sex since she was a c***d. Last night her dad was fucking her pussy as her uncle had his huge cock in her. I was going to talk to her.The door of my room closed behind me, my feet ravaged the stairs, I headed into the kitchen and I then saw it. The basket of fruit. It’s my only chance to spark a conversation with her.I put in some fruits in it and exited the kitchen. I was walking toward the door in a hurry when suddenly, just a few steps away from the door, I heard someone knock.Confused, I turned the doorknob and pulled the door open. My neighbor stood there with a shy smile.“Good afternoon.” Her.