Aunty and I, we both moaned and screamed loudly. The sudden pleasure was too much. It was heaven my friends, it was truly heaven. I started stroking s...owly at first, I leaned down and kissed aunty.We both were kissing and fucking slowly. Then lust, passion and desire took over, and now I was hammering aunty’s pussy. I was thrusting very hard, but deep. While fucking I sucked her breasts and gave her love bites too. Her breasts turned red in colour. Then i increased my pace and started furiously. All three were wearing jeans and t-shirts. It was August and warm during the day but chilly at night. They drove down Highway 95. They stopped for the night in Sandpoint to rest up. They stayed in a Comfort Inn motel and picked up dinner from the local McDonalds. Cynthia was pretty strict about what went into her girls tummies but made this an exception.It took them two more days to reach Seattle. They stopped at Moses Lake and the last step was her home. She knew it by heart. She drove across. But right after the taste came on (which I was enjoying immensely), Mike pulled away from me and said that we needed to go. I tried to urge him back into it, but he was adamant about leaving. Did I do something wrong? Was he suddenly ashamed of what we were doing? Or had he cum in my mouth and was embarrassed to say anything?That night weighed on my mind for some time. Days went by with seeing Mike during the day, but without the opportunity to hang out at night. Meanwhile, I was consumed by. Salads and small homemade bread loaves appeared almost instantly, and I raised an eyebrow at Connie."I took the liberty of ordering for us. I hope you don't mind."I giggled quietly. "What are we having?" Filet Mignon, baked potatoes and mixed vegetables. I ordered a nice wine, too." Sounds good to me," I said, and started eating my salad.The bread was warm and tasty, and the salad was loaded with extras not normally found in any restaurant I was familiar with. The wine was delicious—definitely.