" She paused to wriggle her hips, stirring his cock inside her and letting out a long moan. "I bet you have a lot of cum saved up for me, don't you?" ...h yeah." Mmm — good." With that, she sat up straight again, to bounce even faster. Her hand slipped between her legs to rub her folds, rolling her clit beneath its protective hood."Yeah, come for me, Aunt Chris ... Crissy." He barely summoned up the presence of mind not to use her real name through the fog of pleasure in his head.Christine moved. Being in a dry spell with women, I had, in fact, jacked off before I left on the trip. I wasn’t going to admit that I was thinking of Julia as I did.“Well I haven’t had an orgasm in a while,” she mused. “Things were over with Jason for months, and I have been busy planning the move.”“I’ve had erotic dreams before,” she confessed, “but this felt so realistic and frightening. She paused before adding, “and the orgasm was so….” She didn’t supply a word, but I knew what she meant.We stashed our. I selected my outfit and preened in front of the mirror, nodding to myself.Quietly, I came down stairs, pausing to look at my husband and my son watching television. Both looked so handsome. John was again in his pajama bottoms, leaving the top off. I felt both love and lust for him, just as I had the first night I met him. Somehow, John had convinced our son to leave his pajama top off as well and I was more than a little turned on by his well developed body. I knew he kept weights in his. With a few pairs of boxer shorts, socks, shorts and t-shirts stuffed into a rucksack on his back, he was on his way. The cab took well over an hour to battle through the M25 traffic, the motorway nicknamed Britain's biggest car park definitely earned its name. Even though he hated being stuck in traffic, nothing could dampen his mood about what lie ahead.The airport was bustling with people off on their own little adventures. The smokers, like sardines, squashed themselves into the bus shelter.