“No, no please mistress!” And now I was truly begging. “Please let me eat your ass.”“You have five seconds.”She started counting even befo...e pulling her underwear back down, leaving me no choice but to immediately shove my nose into her crack. I tried to block in front my brain, even as my tongue tasted the earthy puckering hole. At least she was clean. It wasn’t as bad I imagined, even if it contrasted sharply with licking a pussy. There was no give to her tight asshole, no easily accessible. We simply continued with our attendance on the orchestral and choral performances later that evening. Throughout the day, however, I couldn't get the image of my own sperm flowing down the slender grooves of her fingers while they were wrapped around my cock. And in some respects, I still can't.While I felt somewhat awkward about the whole encounter, apparently she hadn't. My aunt treated me exactly the same way as she had before like nothing had even happened. It seemed so natural to her like. ." But I don't want to be one of your women," she interjected before he could finish. "At least not now." That's okay, Jar," he said with a grin. "That's certainly not something I'd want to force you into." Well, you don't have to sound so relieved," she pouted."I have to admit I didn't really think you were ready for something like that, maybe never," he said soothingly. Then he got a devilish little grin and started tickling her sides stopping just short of grasping her breasts. "That doesn't. We end up eating dinner off one plate. We laugh at ourselves, comparing our behavior to that of teenagers. We leave table without clearing it. We go out back on the patio and share another beer. M turns her chair and rests her legs over my right leg. I rub her thigh slowly for a bit, and then rest my hand on her thigh. With a serious look on her face she asks me, “Why do you like tying women up?” I laugh at the abruptness her question and answer, “The short answer is that some women get.