On one side I saw the black crisp hair which shaded her seat of pleasure; on the other I could, by putting my head on the bed, just see the dark hair ...reeping between her bum-cheeks, her flesh had the slightly brown tint common to French women; on the bed lay rounds of spunk mixed with blood, a smear of it was on her thigh on the bum-side. My prick rose again to stiffness at the sight, I wanted to piss violently, but could scarcely accomplish it. I looked at my shirt tail. Spunk and blood were. ‘Wonderful!’ he says. ‘Never in my wildest dreams, did I think it would feel like that!’ he says. ‘You’re amazing, Aunt Sara!’ He’s leaning back and making no attempt to pull his pants up. My pussy is on fire and I want his tongue in it but he’s got a date. Fuck! Why do I suddenly find myself jealous of Megan? This is crazy! He’s my nephew! Yeah, is that why you just sucked his cum down your throat? Get a grip, Sara! ‘Time to go,’ I tell him, standing up and motioning for him to do the same. He. Dark knots, perceived imperfections dotting the walls made leering faces at me, as I walked through the emptiness of memory. My footfalls sounded hollow on the floorboards, echoing through the vast cavern of the study. Outside, I could see the onset of the storm, dark clouds gathering on the edge of heaven, blocking the sun, it’s light drifting lazily down upon the earth. Curious, I peered through the great bay window that sat like a portal to another world, at the boundary of that sepulcher. In just minutes I was hard again and Stella’s pussy was clean. Stella got on her knees, pushed her breasts into the rug, and lifted her ass up for me.My wife said, “She is ready for you. I made sure. Just slip it in that fine ass of hers. Make her cum and I’ll let you fuck mine more often too.”I got behind Stella, slid up closer to her, and felt my wife aiming my cock into Stella’s ass. I could even feel my wife’s hand on my ass pushing me gently into her lover. Stella opened up for me and let.