.. pass the gravy, ahhh, Bisto!" Isn't it amazing how those silly advertising tag-lines stick in your brain for decades? The delightful mental images ...f The Bottom began to fade as I absent-mindedly sorted through the yams and onions. With the necessary root veggies in our cart, we headed off to scan the shelves for the gravy mix in aisle seven. More accurately, my wife was scanning the shelves while I leant on the cart glancing left and right just in case.... My prayers were answered! The two. . that feels good . . . yea, right there . . . .oohhhhh," she started moaning. I slowly increased the speed of my licking, concentrating around her clit, while keeping my left hand moving. "Yessss, don't stop . . . a little harder . . ." she instructed me through nearly-continuous moaning. I pushed a bit harder with my tongue, and started circling her clit rather than licking up and down. I also noticed my left hand was soaked, and I could smell the musky scent of a hot woman. Oh, and I noticed. The same goes for you, Aunt Kelly. I won’t call you Aunt Fat-ass or Aunty Dumb-Dumb or any of the nicknames I used to call you. I must refer to you as Ma’am.” Berry curtsied by holding up an invisible skirt and stood in front of her aunt and cousin as she removed her arms from her tits and then let them drop to her side.“You didn’t apologize for slamming the door in Chester’s face or for trying to hide your body,” I reminded her.“I’m sorry for looking at you like I did just now and slamming the. “Is this far enough?” he asked a split second before his lips met mine and he kissed me hard.” As he did I felt his hand move into the top of my robe and gasped as he ran the palm of his hand over one of my silk covered nipples. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked into my eyes. “Far enough Hazel?” he said softly, “or would you like me to go further?” I hadn’t felt this turned on for years and gasped as he moved his hand across to the other nipple and ran the flat of his hand over that.