Fine." Good, I know how that can be."There was an awkward pause and both began together."Sorry,... go ahead,... what were you..." I thought we should ...ave lunch?..." Jody left the sentence hanging, a question mark suspended in air."Yes,... today, you mean?" Today would be fine. I'm free. How about the club at noon?"The time was set and Jody sat staring at the phone, relieved to have the ice broken. And it truly was ice, given Melissa's look when she walked in on their threesome on the bearskin. Once on the floor, I look up and watched with lust and fascination as my aunt let the towel fall. Looking up I saw her wet pussy nestled in a tuft of auburn hair and past that her beautiful breasts jutting out from her chest.“Now, you lie there, do as you are told, but remember, this will be just between the two of us.”I know I wanted more and any secret was fine by me. She stepped over me, facing my feet, and then lowered herself to my mouth.“Now John, you can see, smell, touch, and taste my. Glancing down she inspected the inside, suspiciously devoid of any fluid.Spinning in her stool she rested her arms on the counter, placing the glass down and beginning the age-old game of trying to catch the barman’s eye. She was patient, which was fortunate because she wasn’t very good at it.“And a glass of red for her, too, please.” A voice said to her left, a figure that she had until now ignored now tapping her empty glass.“Oh you don’t have to…” she started looking up at the generous. The man who'd asked about my sore pussy.Concerned about my sore pussy or not, he seemed very ready to follow my previous instructions to fuck me hard as he moved on top of me. My previous lover had turned on the light in the bathroom and by its light my new lover and I watched as his cock probed between my legs. I reached down to slide his cock's tip through my cummy slit to lubricate it before positioning it to my hole. Was my pussy sore? Yes... But I couldn't stop a long groan of satisfaction.