Aunt Stacy strode up to front desk and said something he couldn’t make out. The receptionist nodded and pointed down a long hallway. "Follow me, dea....” He followed, overwhelmed with curiosity. Aunt Stacy pulled open a large door leading to a ballroom adorned with paintings similar to the ones he had seen earlier. In the center of the room there was a large, red oak table. Six women were sitting around it. “Do take a seat,” the woman at the head of the table said. His Aunt sat down, and he sat. I knew that was a bit yukky, but in my head,when he came,she came.And I certainly came.So I lusted after her more and more, terrified that they would split up and I would no longer see her.Until one night they had a huge row.A stupid row.We had been chatted up by 2 beefy lads who had no chance with us,when Adam came in drunk, saw us four laughing and joking,and had a huge row with poor Louise, accusing her of cheating.He stormed back to their flat,and I brought Louise back to mine and gave. Fatima was almost crying in pain but she didn't want me to stop. She was struggling to regulate her breathing and I stroked her hair to try and help her relax. After a few minutes of this, she was ready for more. I gave another push and another inch or so of my cock was inside her. I reached around to her pussy and stroked the nub of her clit lightly. "Mmmmmmm" was the response from Fatima. I knew she was starting to enjoy this and advanced my cock further as I played with her clit, until. . er I ... oh dear," she stuttered, as I bent over to just brush my lips across hers.Betty looked confused, longing and upset all at the same time ... no mean feat I thought."Don't tease me, John," she finally said. "I don't want to be the centre of gossip on this estate. I know how it works." Who's teasing?" I replied and guided her hand down to my crotch where my hard maleness was as ever straining to be free.Betty tenderly squeezed my erection as if disbelieving that it was there and for.