Her ass slightly swaying at me begging to be penetrated. I remembered this time to grab my phone. I was going to enjoy this. The fireworks are going c...azy now, no doubt we are in the new year already and I'm spending it fucking my drunk bimbo aunt's brains out. I record myself penetrating her slowly like I initially intended. But it doesn't take long before I'm pounding as hard as I can. My inability to catch rhythm while she was on the toilet is no problem now. The only issue I'm having is. Christine held Serena’s hand as they walked to the next class, which was literature with Ms. Karen. Ms. Karen was a short woman with white blonde hair. She had on a black pencil skirt and a white ruffle blouse. “Hello Ms. Karen” Christine said as she closed the door. “Hello Christine. Who is this?” Ms. Karen said looking at Serena. Ms. Karen looked to proper and stern to be that kind of teacher, Serena thought. “I’m Serena. New student” “Mhmm. I see” Ms. Karen walked to Christine and gave her. It sure was strange listening to five different cell phone conversations at once.Well sure enough they arrived right on time loaded down with booze and ready to get shit faced.I took a little walk around the neighborhood. I saw Mrs. Brown taking her groceries out of her trunk and offered to help. While I was helping I was telling her that my parents were away for two weeks and that my sister invited a bunch of boys over to party. I told her someone should do something about it before someone. It wouldn't hurt, would it, she thought. Just a kiss. Just a slight little touch of her lips. And before she knew it, her mouth already touched his smooth, sensually curved… mmmmh… He tasted like more. Like a whole lot more, and her hand wandered to her chest, almost by itself, and started to open the buttons of her coat, lightly touching her breasts as she did so. This must be a tease, he was teasing with her, with his presence, his strong, silent, comfortable presence, and of course, his.