At a quick glance, she looked nude from the waist down. And if those tight pants weren’t titillating enough, she was also braless, wearing a tight t...shirt she must have ordered online.Her already huge breasts looked even bigger straining against the thin fabric. I had never seen the shirt before, and that’s when it dawned on me that it might be a rowdier weekend than I imagined. The t-shirt is imprinted with the slogan, ‘Redneck Pillows’, in red, right across the top of her breasts. The t-shirt. No problem. But take care, Ray. Because ... Because I love you, okay? There! ... That's the first time I've said that - to anybody."Ray did get serious — and fast. "I ... jeez, Carolyn!" Relax, I'm not expecting anything," she said. "You don't have to say it back. We've only known each other for a few hours. You're a free man, Ray. When you call me three weeks from now, if you've decided you don't want me to come, well then, I just won't. And I won't make a fuss, either. It's still going to all. She’s always so reserved, so focused. I’ve got to get in…step through. I give her no indication before I put my mouth against her again. She startles momentarily and I press my hand to her shoulder to hold her down against the bed. I push myself into her with some force, sinking in to the noises she makes, her scent, her overall response. I move my hand in the same rhythm as my mouth, pushing, pulling, licking, sucking. Her excitement is slick on my skin allowing it to move freely within. As I watched an array of cumshots, I was still hard-pressed to not be reminded of my nephew’s perfect cock. Suddenly,…the phone rang. “Hi, uncle.” It was him. “Whatcha’ doin’?” I feared he could hear the moans of ecstacy from my tv, so fighting my now unbearable arousal, I struggled to lower the volume. “I called in sick”, I said, using the most restrained tone I could. “Oh, really?” he asked. “Do you want me to come over?” I could barely contain an audible moan at this offer, but.