Can you call a taxi for us? I asked. Yes Ill call you a taxi Greg. Tony answered. Tony went to the office without closing the door and I heard him tal...ing on the phone telling the person on the line he wanted a taxi and he gave the person directions to the motel and also told the person on the other end of the line to take us to the old police museum on Cordova Street. Sandra and I waited in front of the big window waiting for the taxi to pull up. In no time at all a yellow cab pulled up. I. " Mom," Ashlee had said at the time in all seriousness and with more than a hint of the usual teenage parental frustration evident in her voice, "That won't happen to us. We've known each other since like forever. I doubt we'll be strangling each other over towels on the bathroom floor." Yeah, that's what you think. Seriously, Ashlee and you too Macy, I want you both to promise me that whatever happens, whatever little annoying issue crops up that drives you mad with irrational rage or anything. I put my head between her legs and started to lick between her lips. I remember the musky smell of her pussy and the glaze I got on my face. I did not know anything about clits or of fingering, but I did my best. It must have been OK as she was squirming all over.At this point, I know she was worked into a frenzy…because her next words were, “you can put that in me if you want”. This was my aunt! My head was screaming no, but my cock was all yes. However I had no idea what I was doing. . Donna's bodywas getting ready to pulse and ejaculate; his breathing was gettingquicker, his muscles were beginning to tense; Frank could sense it insideher own mouth. She knew what was coming. She increased her actions uponhis stiff rod; sucking, licking and then gently Frank began to chew onwhat was once her own penis until finally Donna exploded inside Frank'sthroat. Frank's eyes shot open wide as Donna repeatedly pulsed andejaculated his hot, sticky, salty semen into her mouth. Frank gulped.