It was exactly what youd have expected for a 42 year old woman: a slight paunch, a bit hippy and a few stretch marks. I guess this would have turned o...f a lot of guys, but these features delighted me. They belonged to my Aunt Jenny and thus were completely erotic to my sensibilities. I gently rubbed and stroked her using both my hands and tongue, exploring the taste and textures of her smooth, soft skin. I made my may to her feet. Those sexy, painted toes that had captured my attention when I. I heard her voice say the letter "W," then I said, "Twelve," but her voice came out. I opened my eyes and the room looked almost the same but the sunshine from out side looked different.I took a deep breath and felt my chest was constricted. I started to sit up but the male attendant stopped me."Relax a second Mr. Johns we have to make sure you're all with us," said the man putting his hands on my shoulders and laying me back.I felt the curly hair on my shoulders and flexed my toes feeling the. After a bit I tried sticking my tongue in her mouth the way I did with her pussy. She really liked this and did the same, our mouths and tongues tentatively exploring each others’. We touched each other and I could feel that she was very moist and slippery. She kept up a nice soft but firm stroke on my cock. Meanwhile we stayed a quiet as we could while keeping a wary ear out for my grandfather. We stayed under the covers so that he wouldn’t see anything if he surprised us. What I really wanted. His parents had never told him anything much about the ins and outs of love, and anything physical had been unmentionable. They had simply stressed the fact that as a male you had to behave, and instilled a kind of courtly love ideal in him that in retrospect had been old-fashioned, unworldly and unworkable. Mara had wrapped him around her little finger. She enthused about his likes and dislikes and as he had no idea what a normal relationship could be like he didn’t see anything unusual in.