My aunt kept a small hamper in the guest room, and it was filled with Helen's underwear and casual clothes. She wore a very different perfume, and I f...und its scent on her clothes very appealing. One evening, I had been out with friends, and came home to a dark house. There was a note from my aunt indicating they had gone out to a business council dinner, and would be home late. I was terribly horny, and contemplated a trip to Helen's hamper, but fell asleep before that happened. I awoke from a. I was sucking Martin's cock while having my clit licked by Sandra, I was in heaven.After a minute I decided to change things around a bit. I asked Sandra to get her jeans and pants off so I could lick her pussy. She sat on the settee and I knelt in front of her and began to run my tongue firmly along her slit, with extra attention to her clit. I paused briefly to ask Martin to get up on the settee and put his cock in her mouth. He climbed up and put one foot each side of her. He had to crouch a. “Thanks,” I sobbed and blew my runny nose, then tried to stem the flow of tears. It took me a few minutes to compose myself. “Girlfriend troubles?” she inquired. I looked at her, for the first time consciously doing so. She was quite old, from my point of reference, I guessed in the middle of her fifties or perhaps approaching sixty. Her dress was nothing too fancy in my opinion, and together with the curly hairstyle, I’d never taken her for a lesbian, even less someone kinky. She did look. "Sandra didn't move.Whomp! Jim's fist sunk deeply into Sandra's soft belly. As she doubled over gasping for breath, Jim loudly ordered again. "I said on your knees, bitch!"Sandra slowly sank to her knees. But, when Jim pushed his pants down and presented his cock for sucking, she gasped, clamped her mouth shut, and refused to suck him.Without a word, Jim returned to the cabinet and, out of Sandra's sight, pulled out a long, hard, dick-shaped dildo. It was only an inch or so thick, but it was.