She moved closer to me, reached down taking the bottom of my blouse. She inched it up a bit then began un-buttoning it. I raised my arms to help her. ... heard a slight gasp with approving murmur as she discovered my breasts awaiting her in my bra.I reached around behind fumbling for a second with the clasp. She smiled as I began to shrug my shoulders slipping the bra off. She looked exactly like a stripper from the Sopranos TV show, long sensuous legs, her calves accented by her shoes, firm. Ambling into the kitchen, she busied herself placing dry food and fresh water for her friends, sleepy brown eyes still blinking owlishly from another nap. She was always tired. She was unsure if it was from being alone for years, in the nearly-empty house, or from working the graveyard shift, or both. She was plump and apple-cheeked, average, not a Big Beautiful Woman; cute, not pretty. For the umpteenth time, she shoved her mahogany bangs out of her eyes, thinking absently that she really. I let out a moan."Like that, huh?" she asked. "Yes Auntie, I do," I replied. "Well I want to feel your tongue on me too." Auntie, I'll do anything" I replied.My Aunt Beth was a slim lady with huge tits (Dolly Parton size) that I've always adored. She stood up and removed her top and bra, then removed her pants. She lay on the bed beside me and told me to take off her panties. I straddled her ankles resting my cock between her feet. She stroked my cock with her feet as I reached up to take her. Then he pushed me on the bed.I tried to kick him. Usne mera payr pakda aur meri panty kheech kar utar diya.He was now on top of me. His lund was trying to enter my choot. He was trying to kiss me while I tried to escape and stop him kissing me. He was pushing inside but found it hard. He relaxed and suddenly with a bang he was inside. I cried out aaahhhhh. His lund was now entering my choot. Wok jhatke maar maar kar chod raha tha aur dard ke mare mere mooh se eeeeee nikal raha tha.I felt my.