Just before we crossed the threshold, he stopped and commanded me to raise my arms over my head. When I complied, he stepped in close and reached down...for the hem of my dress. Slowly he peeled the garment up and over me, tossing it aside on the balcony. With the same calculated deliberation, he traced his fingers lightly over the goose bumps running from my thighs, up across my belly before lowering his head and capturing one of my cold, stiff nipples in his mouth. The heat felt like a branding. She stroked his cock slowly but with purpose as she kept pressure on the toy going into his tight ass hole. She knew from experience that the first time was going to be difficult and painful but she also knew the pleasure that the anal penetration could bring, especially to a man. The toy was almost in him, he only had to take in the wider part and then he could start to really enjoy himself. "Connor baby, it's going to be a bit more painful now, but I'll do it quickly, so just hold on and. So tight," she said as her fingers began to thrust out of my needy cunt. I let out a soft moan almost purring as I felt myself being filled, my body twitching and responding to her fucking fingers. This was better than I could have ever imagined. Better than getting it off to Julia Ann every night, better than thumbing through my dad's old hustler magazines, better than any of my fantasies. This was perfect I thought as my eyes started to close and her fingers started to drill in and out of me. I had been to friends' homes where it seemed like their parents never had any fun, nor did they allow their kids to have any. Meal times were somber occasions and, for me, very uncomfortable whenever I was at their homes. But not here. Aunt Linda was an excellent cook (and so was Uncle Don, for that matter, as I later learned), and she didn't seem as concerned with manners as she did her family enjoying themselves as they ate. So breakfast was an informal affair, what with everybody still in.