Until she strapped on Mr. Lucky.Everything was fine until then. Auntie had eaten my "pussy" and made mecum very hard. She had me screaming and cumming...again when she adored mynipples as she fingered my pooty with what seemed to be her whole lubedhand. Then she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. No big deal, Ithought. Probably had to tinkle. Just wanted her to hurry back.Her return was a big surprise. Auntie had strapped onto herself an erect,gel-like, pink cock. It was smaller than my. She grabs two pillows by her side. She grabs them hard because now she knows that she won’t be able to handle much further what you’re giving to her. Her hips and waist levitate as if by magic and move up and down in midair as she realises that she might cum any moment. Seeing her that way you suck her clitoris harder and faster. Suddenly she lets go on her hold of pillows and holds your face tighter – pulling it deeper and tighter to her vagina. She does that just the moment she finally lets. She was on a lighter bike and had only the hunting knife she had nicked last night as a weapon.Her first priority, whatever happened, was to relieve one of these gentlemen of their guns. Then she could use her greater agility to evade their fire while picking them off one at a time. It was a technique she used to great effectiveness while on foot, jumping diving and rolling about while raining pistol fire upon her opponents.Unfortunately, while she was stuck hiding between these trucks her main. I told her that if she wanted me to, I would come with her when she told them. She said she’d break the news when it felt right to do so, but warned me that, yes, she might want me there by her side.Our waiter must have been both insightful and openminded, because he treated us like any other couple out on a date, seemingly totally unconcerned that a pair of high-school-age girls were sitting rather close to one another and occasionally smooching. His smiles weren’t lecherous, but warm, like he.