I told the story to Phil that night and he said I should ask if he wanted to see them and eat them. Next day I did just that. When he came in I said '...o Mr Sykes, would you like to see my breasts and have a nibble on them". His jaw dropped open and he blurted out "oh god yes please". OK I said, Phil said come round for a drink at our house on Sunday afternoon and told him my address. He did not come in for his paper next day so I thought I had frightened him off. But just in case he decided to. But only second to Mom.I must have been eleven or twelve by then.They were lying on the lounges by the pool when I slammed the gate."Charley, sweetie, don't you think your mother should have a date once in awhile? Come on, honey agree with me!" Her lipstick was a bright cheerful slash across a pretty, wide face all peering at me above the cushion of breasts and cleavage that made everything in me vibrate. I didn't know what it was all about, but I knew what I liked."Uh, I don't know, Aunt. The gaucho pulled Joan to him and bent her back. Suddenly, the lights went out. There was some shouting and then the lights came back on. Joan and the gaucho were gone. I searched the place for a few minutes. I found them in a back studio-like room. The gaucho was finer fucking Joan. She was glowing with lust. I could hear her wetness and smell her juices. Her dress was on the floor. There were hickey marks on her breasts. Joan was moaning and grinding on his hand. She saw me and moaned. She. I closed my eyes and savored the fat full feeling for what I knew would be the last time. Then he started fucking me. He eased himself in deep with five or six swings, and then the Jack-hammering began. My knees banged the back of the sofa as he pelted my ass with a violent groaning strength and I held on for dear life so I didn’t go flying over the couch.When I felt the final flux of his college boy sperm enter me I came again with a cool shiver. Jack kept fucking me for another minute or so,.