"Ohhhhh, baby! I'm exploding! Oooooooh!"He held her and stroked her gently, tenderly, until her orgasm subsided. Her eyes were wide, staring at him in...amazement. He could see resentment still smoldering there, but there was also a new spark of respect. He had made her hum his tune."Damn you!" she hissed. "Damn you!"He pulled her face up to his and kissed her in a way to let her know that he considered her to be his own property now. She could curse him all she liked, but she would do his. I had not had a chance to do my normal Saturday morning shop so my fridge and cupboards were not offering much.I ran through all the options available in Wimbledon. Despite it being a well-to-do London suburb and the home of an international tennis tournament it is not particularly well-served by restaurants. There are all the usual chains but anything different doesn’t tend to last long. Neither of us felt particularly inspired.“Let's go back to the pub?” Suggested Carol.I was immediately. When I reached her house I ring the bell and there she came and bring me to her living room I noticed that there was no one at home except us so ring me in my mind started ringing that today I will have my share of aunty fuck that we had lunch together and the a cup of coffee than I asked her where are other family members she said that there is no one just she lives with her husband and children and after some formal chat I shifted the topic about her life with her husband than she turned sad. She yowls out when the energy of her juices flow through her, but continues to ride him albeit slower.When her orgasm has passed, Candace sits there, her father’s member buried deep within her. The man subconsciously plays with her breasts. They are a perfect handful and so very delectable. He hates admitting it, but he really does enjoy Candace’s body. At this thought his rock hard erection twitches inside her and she grins.“I knew you could not resist me! Come on!” she chatters delightedly,.