“What are you doing here, Mister Cord. We’ve had our little set-to,” I said. “And I saw it as a tie, so let it be and get the hell away from m....”“Sam, I have news, very important news,” he said. “Please, may I come in?”“What? No! Not now not ever again!” I said. I’d made no move to allow him entry. I was super angry.“Sam, it’s about your dad. Please,” he said. He’d stopped me.“My dad?” I said.“Sam please,” he said again. I rolled back inside—reluctantly rolled back inside—the room leaving the. He gently pulled his cock out of me, and I wanked it onto my tummy, flinching at the drops of hot fluid. His balls were in overdrive as regards sperm production. I was desparate to wank myself off, but I'd come that way with him, lots of times, so I wanted this time to be via a proper fuck. I let go of his cock as it went down. I didn't want to make him sore. I knew he could come five or six times in an evening, but I had to be gentle! We kissed and cuddled, whilst his sperm leaked out. I unlocked the door and came to the car and carried her inside the house like a husband carries his wife for a honeymoon fuck. We went inside and locked the door and the only thing we had in mind was sex, sex, and sex. She went to the toilet and meanwhile I went to the bedroom and arranged the bed and turned on the a/c to make the room as cold as possible and things were fucking ready. My GF, my sex goddess opened the bedroom door and she was completely naked. Fuck she was hot as hell. I kept. She, like most people back then, smoked a bit and she loved the taste of her alcohol. It was not uncommon to see Aunt Emmy drunk, regardless of the occasion, but it didn't bother me. In fact, I welcomed it because our sex became hotter and more intense. Aunt Emmy never married, but she did have three children by three different men. Well, at least that's what I was told. Her oldest child, Angie, who was twenty years old, had already left home and lived someplace further north from her family..