Thank God she has the same sense of humor I do. I put it back, and went to hug her. She raised her head to kiss me, and ground herself against my co...k.“Let's be realistic,” she said. “Nothing can compare to you.”We acted like a couple of silly kids, laughing at the ridiculous items that were for sale. There were all sorts of vibrators, dildos, anal toys, masturbators, and dildo harnesses. There were even vibes for men, but we didn't go there, if you know what I mean. She tried to talk me. My last memory of mother was making her cry. I always thought if things didn’t work out, I could always return home.I turned the key and pushed open the front door. It was a familiar guesthall. Cobwebs covered the ceiling and furniture, but everything was pretty much the way I had left it. The old CRT TV, so retro even when I was a child was still there. My father’s old radio which played cassettes in the age of MP3s were still there on the cupboard. I repeatedly told him to sell it because he. . "yes... yes... YESSSSS!!!"Then, with a huge grunt, she came yet another time just as I waspumping her bowels full of my manly seed. Aunt Carmen collapsed on tothe bed, my come still oozing out of her asshole. "Darling," shepanted, "you've come a long way. That was incredible! Some young girlis going to have more than she can handle with you!"Auntie began putting clothespins on my nipples while she sucked mycock. It hurt a little at first but gradually I began to enjoy it.She began. I only had to grip firmly if I wished to seize those buttocks, my precious treasure. I turned around still dancing and my other hand found the left asscheek from behind in the dim light. Both hands resting now on her asscheeks, I began to draw her in my direction to feel her buttocks: this had driven me mad like an animal, along with the fact she was accepting the whole stuff while her husband was at the bar and would catch us. I kept rubbing my cock hard against her ass and she shook.