Are you all right?" The speaker was a barrel-chested man who appeared to be somewhere between forty and seventy."Hi Greg," Mark greeted him. "I've bee... through a hard time the past few days. I need to unwind."People or bags?" he asked.Mark thought. "Bags," he answered. "The way I feel right now, I might hurt someone." He walked through the dojo to the locker room and undressed. He returned to the workout area in fresh sweats and began to work with two kick bags.He started slow, stretching and. "Helen opened her mouth and started sucking Charlie's knob. The guy just stared at the massive length."Good thing you're not gonna fuck her," he said, rocking back and forth while holding her hips. "You'd tear her apart with something like that. Shit, you've got a hot pussy baby, you're gonna make me come real soon." Come in my mouth," Helen said, "don't waste it in a rubber." No way baby," he said shaking is head. "I'm gonna shoot it all over your hair. Everyone'll see what you've been up to. She grunted and groaned and snarled. Jean writhed and squirmed, yelping and squealing while we rutted -- both of us selfishly intent on our respective orgasms.I couldn't last long. Not at that pace and not as excited as I was. It was inevitable that I'd come quickly, but my aunt was so aroused herself that she joined me on the ride.She was thrusting up to meet my downstroke, a hand at her vulva, fingers going at her clit when I grunted out a warning."Not inside me," Jean whined. "Take it out. Dad was doing a full remake of Sally’s room all the way down to the wall studs. That meant she had to find a place to crash nights. Neither one of us wanted any part of their idea. But both Mom and Dad said she could sleep on the floor beside my bed in a sleeping bag. That went OK for the first few nights until she began complaining how uncomfortable it was. It was her idea; I was exceedingly distressed the first night even if we were facing separate ways, sleeping in a bed with your sister.