"You like that, don't you?" "I can't get over how soft and beautiful your legs are, you never show them off," I said. "I don't think the world cares ...or stout legs that much," Auntie said. "I sure do?" I said. Thank you she said as she guided my right hand toward that divine junction. I felt that grand patch of hair as she spread those wonderous legs. "Don't you ever wear panties?" I asked. "Not anymore when you are around!" she giggled. "A" deflty guided my hand to her magic furrow. As she spent her time between the bar and the dance floor she would which one has the bigger dick as she feel them grind up tight with her. Some of the ones she pass on would give her their numbers in hopes of a change of heart. One of them whispered in her ear to meet in the bathroom as she turned to head that way she looked at me and licked her lips. After a few minutes she came back with a grin and gave me a quick kiss full on and as she did this, she push her tongue in my mouth with a. To say that my mind was swimming would be an understatement! Considering my lack of experience prior to that weekend, it was no wonder I was overwhelmed at the sensations of a girl dry humping my ass, watching my Grammy go lesbian on an even older woman, all while having my cock stroked by a woman that was making me suck on her massive tits!! Oh, and each of them were saying the most filthy things to me and to each other!I would love to brag that I lasted like 20 minutes, but it was probably. " But he's my brother." So? When I was your age, your uncle Mike massaged my breasts for me. When I complained to your grandmother that he was always getting a hard-on, she told me that I was the cause of it and that it wasn't nice to be a cock-tease. She said, 'If I made it hard, it was my duty to make it soft, brother or not.' He was helping me so I should help him. I asked her how and she said that I had two hands, a mouth, a pussy, and an ass and that one of them should do the job." So what.