My Aunt was 63 and a widow losing her husband Ten Years before.Since my marriage I had got use to visiting my Aunt two or three times a week during my...lunch break on leaving I use to hold her in my arms and kiss her I stress at this point it was gentle kissing and not passionate however it normally took 5 to 10 minutes to take my leave.On this Tuesday when we were kissing I gently stroked her right breast I felt her nipple harden under my caress I felt her hand stroke the front of my trousers.I. Taking a swig of water, I put the bottle back into the holder beside the machine. My eyes were drawn to a flash of platinum blonde hair to my right. I tried to be discreet, not wanting to gain a reputation as a voyeur on my first visit. She was about mid twenties, I’d guess. Short spiky hair, dyed platinum, an elfin face, very pretty. She had headphones on and seemed oblivious to her surroundings. Her outfit was tight lycra, with pink trainers. She was really going for it. Somewhat inspired, I. Then I lay down panting, as my whole body relaxed. She too had stopped and was sitting in the same position. I took a lot of time to catch my breath.“Wow! That was one hell of a climax”, Jaya auntie said, looking at the white thick fluids sticking on to her fingers. She quickly turned me around and asked to go down on my knees and elbows. She was still sitting between my legs, now close to my ass. As I got into the desired position, she smacked me on my ass cheeks. I let out a small howl, as I. He sobbed when he remembered how he held her as she died in their marital bed. He still could not force himself to enter that room. That was why he did not have many clean clothes and did not shave or brush his teeth. He couldn’t face the room so he could get his clothes and hygiene items. The thought of purchasing more never entered his mind. Frankly, he still didn’t care much about his appearance or hygiene. Janice was almost to Steelville when she got a phone call from her mother. Without.