Slowly climbing up your thigh, my finger does a little dance, our kiss has become quite intense, it’s as though we’re starved for each other’s l...ps, starting to devour each other. Your ass grinds against me, you feel my hunger now, so hard, my jeans not doing much to conceal it. My fingers reach that spot so full of heat, burning through your panties, and wet not only from the fog. Moaning into my mouth, your body moving sensuously now, moving in it’s own dance against my hand. With one hand. Designed for transporting and processing long strings of 3-ton mining dump carts of ore from the mine outside for storage, conveyor loading and transport, this entrance into the mine appeared to be little used today and the iron gates were secured apparently by just a pair of obviously rusty padlocks and an old obsolete electronic access system. I say apparently, because in fact while the padlocks were indeed old (they were the most rusted ones I could find in a tour of junk shops in Houston a. He seemed very nervous, so I sat down next to him and picked up the porn magazine to flick through, he began wanking my cock. “Are you sure about this he said”, “Yes cool I replied”I couldn’t see no moment in his trouser department, which was slightly disappointing but there was no going back now. He continued wanking my cock, as we perused the magazine. He kept slowly pulling my skin over my cock head, which was glistening with pre-cum by now I was so horny. I was too close to cumming, so I. My heart was beating.She replied with a taut voice “Sex?.. er er this is not good to talk about” I said “I am 23 now, i can talk about such things.. is it wrong asking you?” She just fiddled with her cup. I got a bit braver and said “Aunty i thought u were cool and i could ask you all this”.She cleared her voice and said “I dont know “. i laughed little awkwardly and said “if you dont know, how did u have your son?” She said bit tensely “That was 23 years ago”. I ventured “So Its been around 23.