More and more. Stronger andstronger. My rapid breaths became deeper. And I could feel throbbingcoming from my dick - and my chest. My arms, pressed ag...inst my bust asI desperately scratched at the golden ring, were rubbing against mynipples, sending shockwaves down my spine.My cock felt like it was going to explode. God I needed to explode.Spray it's hot, sticky cum all over myself.I feel to my knees, both hands shot downwards, suddenly jerking away atmy pulsating dick, desperately seeking. He's almost forty now - married with four k**s. When I was little he used to babysit me whenever my usual sitter was busy. He lived in the basement of my aunt and uncle's house until I was in high school. When I was over there when I was younger, I mostly watched TV. Sometimes we would play board games, but for the most part I entertained myself.One night my parents were gone until almost three in the morning. My uncle worked the graveyard shift and was at work. My aunt was asleep upstairs.. ‘Hi Pete thanks for coming to help, would you like a coffee first?’ Sylvia smiled and looked great even in her working clothes. A nice pair of old Levi jeans showed off her curves and slim waist. ‘How are you getting on with work?’ said Bob. ‘It was your mum’s suggestion we asked you around.’ ‘We both thought it was a great idea as we’ve seen you in the shop and wondered how you were doing?’ ‘She thought you looked smart in your suit didn’t you Silv?’ ‘Yes.’ Said Sylvia, smiling broadly ‘Very. Big boobs with puffynipples, a great ass, long legs, and the cutest little cock and ballsI've ever seen - better, even, than Blanche's own, and, believe me,that's saying something. Anyway, remembering Blanche, I also rememberedthat tomorrow was Valentine's Day and I hadn't bought her something.Blanche is as lusty as she is busty, and she loves it down the throator up the ass or, even better, both, but, when it comes to Valentine'sDay, she has to get something she thinks is "cute" or "romantic".