His fucking me so hard his body is slapping against me, my tiny body is being slammed against him. I try to concentrate on making myself cum, my cunt ...s aching, I don’t know how much more I can stand, I frig my clit for all it’s worth, I’m focussing on the sensations of my finger and the Major’s cock pounding me.The feelings start to build, I tilt my pelvis pushing his cock deeper in me, I’m tipped over the edge and fall into the orgasm abyss, my cunt claws at his cock, coating it in my juices.. And those files were not going to read themselves.I usually was a hearty breakfast sort of person. However, today I wished I had never heard of the word fried eggs and bacon. I was about to scream out Nick’s name when he suddenly appeared. He had my briefcase in hand, along with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.After handing me the hot coffee, Nick said, “There is a private office for you. Mr. Wolfenstein. If you would follow me. It has been swept of bugs.” With the hangover and not feeling all. “I know.” I said and grinned. Aunt Sheen then told me to call her on the phone once I had every item on the list. Although it might sound strange to others, I knew better than to question her. Aunt Sheen had a way of surprising me and she never ceased to amaze me with her creative and slutty imagination. The taboo nature of her ideas made it all the more exciting.“I’ll call you once I’m done, aunty.” I said and smiled before I turned around and walked down the flight of stairs. I figured I. Where was she now?Jesus nineteen Christmases; picking out the trees, always live trees with the big root ball. They’d all lived too. They lined the driveway up to our house.Our house; that was a travesty, a lie. We’d found an old farm, just twenty acres with a dilapidated rickety old house, leaky roof, creaky stairs. We’d laughed because it was like the house in that old movie “It’s a Wonderful Life”. We’d turned that old house into a home; a warm, gentle home filled with love ... and memories..