Blushing furiously, I click-clicked back into the utility room, and mostreluctantly unbelted and unbuttoned the pink plastic mac. Despite ourlovemakin... on the couch, the mac was still damp on the outside from therain I had encountered in the garden, so I took it to the back door andshook it carefully before hanging it back behind the door.My first job was to set up the clothes horse, and then I arranged thedamp clothes brought in from the line on its various rails. My lessonswere being learnt,. She had a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were set apart and her thin brow just made her eyes very prominent. Juicy rosy luscious lips with a heavy lower lip and a simple stud on her nose just increased her beauty. She was wearing an orange and green floral saree with a matching plain light orange blouse which was covering her huge pair of soft bosom very tightly.She had slightly sagging hips which will make any man hard with a soft touch and her ass was a sight to see (no words to describe).. Well over six and a half feet tall, more than 250 lbs, his weight carried in his chest and shoulders, not his middle and rear. His light brown hair was sun streaked, long and shaggy as was his beard. His clothes showed hard and long wear. Where they had been mended the repairs were neatly and properly done. The dirt that showed on his garments and his body were merely that of a hard day's travel, not the caked on filth of a person who never bathes or cleans his apparel. Looking beyond the dirt. When he finally fully opened his eyes, he suddenly remembered the early morning’s events. Were they a dream? If so, it would be the most vivid dream he had ever had… but still, it couldn’t have been real. As he threw off the sheets, however, he noticed his uncovered cock, still slick from Jessie’s pussy. So it wasn’t a dream.Dear God, he had really fucked his aunt! Well… wasn’t this an interesting turn of events. Last night his relationship with his aunt had been completely normal. This.