” I heard Pam say.As he initially cupped my breasts and trapped my nipples between his fingers, she continued “No. Pull her nipples. Roll them bet...een your fingers and thumbs. She’ll love that as much as I do.”I groaned with anticipation of the painful pleasure I was about to experience. Sure enough, his pinching and rolling of my nipples sent sensations through my body. My legs briefly gave way but Duncan was supporting me. I could see the lust and desire in Pam’s eyes.As he was supporting me. To be honest I was scared at how strong her grief might be, and I was conscious that I wasn’t strong enough to bear it. On the Friday of that week I arrived at her house and let myself in (Jo had given me a spare key). Tara was sitting in her living room with an album of baby photos spread out on the coffee table in front of her. Tears were flooding down her cheeks but she made no sound. I stopped, heart in my mouth, then told myself not to be such an arse. I forced myself over to her, sitting. I had a neighbor aunty (kamal) and her 3 year old son. Kamal aunty was 33 years old. I called her aunty that is how I began addressing her. She was good looking and really good sexy figure. However she dressed well, not exposing much of her beauty. We had a balcony which was almost common, meaning we could go the others balcony. There weren’t any other apartments on that end, so it was kind of secluded. She used to wear a nighty at home. It was enough transparent that I could catch a good view. I was both frightened and excited. I got on my back and obligingly raised my legs, which he placed on his shoulders. He placed his now swollen cock against my asshole, and I guided him in, pushing gently to accommodate his member. He filled my ass completely, and began thrusting, slowly at first, then more quickly, eventually unable to control his lust. My ass became warm, then hot, filling me with uncontrollable desire. I bucked against his thrusts, meeting his passion with lust and fire of my.