He didn't squeeze too hard to show how manly he was like some men do. He hadn't even lifted her to the seat in a macho gesture like a lot of men would... He was simply helping in the most efficient way he knew and didn't seem to think anything else about it."Hold on old boy," Bill muttered to himself as he walked around the front of the truck to get in the driver's seat. "Nothing's happening here. You are just giving her a ride home."Susan gave him directions and Bill was gratified that is was. I next searched in the trunk and found a brand new pair of black panties that was one size too small for my 23-year old body. Sliding the tiny g-string up my legs and drawing the thin strap in the back firmly up my ass, precum began oozing from the tip of my dick and making the thin material in the front of my panties wet. I wanted to start stroking myself right then and there but my hand job would have to wait. For tonight’s activities I would wear my pink Lycra mini-dress. Slipping the tiny. Her mouth was wet and warm. She slowly bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Her tongue danced around the head of my dick. My balls tingled and I felt and orgasm coming on. Aunt Kate, sensing my pleasure stopped short and stood up. She climbed up onto the bed. She placed one foot next to my head then the other foot on the other side. I looked up at her. I looked at the slit of her bald pussy as it ran between her legs and met the crack of her ass. She slowly lowered herself and her. That was my cue to turn the remote up to 5. The buzzing was just about audible but I didn't care as the brutal vibrations swept through my sopping wet gash and clit. The orgasm hit me and I let out a squeak which I tried to hide by pretending I was sneezing as the convulsions of my orgasm swept through me. I had to turn it off or I would have kept on having orgasms without control.I leaned back in my chair to get my breath back and made a note to myself that wearing jeans was a bad idea. There.