Aunt Valerie leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, immediately sliding her tongue into my mouth. My tongue met hers, and we kissed wetly and slopp...ly as I fondled her. Her hands slid down my back and rested on both of my ass cheeks, squeezing them. I was now impatient to seize my opportunity before she changed her mind or passed out. I moved my right hand off of her breast, slid it down her hips, under her skirt, and up over her panties. I squeezed her cotton-covered ass cheek with my right. Steven, and Edward her husband were lost in the tv, watching a game. Joan snapped at her daughter to bring her favorite pick me up, a gin and topic, and Emily had brought it, but wasn't paying attention and stumbled. Half of it, ice cubes and lemon peel spilled on her mother's dress. Joan was furious, grabbed Emily and slapped her hard. She cried out and fell to her mother's feet, crying. Joan looked down. at first she was going to apologize, comfort her, but the sight of her daughter there. I lay back on the bed for him, unzipping my own pants. Reaching down, he tugged the cuff of each leg over my feet one at a time until they slipped off to be discarded with our other unneeded clothing. I could see my breasts rising and falling, my nipples still hard, as he reached down to remove the matching lace panties that I had paired with my bra tonight for this special occasion. Nothing remained for either of us to remove now. I lay naked before him on his bed, fully exposed to a man. He’d done everything possible to her sexy, young body and the girl practically begged for more and more. He just wondered how long he could keep this rutting-match secret from her parents. In point of fact he was beginning to get a bit nervous about it all. If she blurted out the wrong thing or if her father unexpectedly stopped over to check on the welfare of his little precious, he’d be up shit creek without a paddle. In fact he probably wouldn’t even have a canoe. His ass would most likely.