Aunt Rose was licking with determined dexterity, her tongue buried repeatedly in Alice’s pretty vagina. At that time, Alice was still allowing her c...nt to remain untouched by a razor and her wild bush was all over Rose’s still attractive face like a damp brush that must have tickled her senses.I should mention here that the aforementioned Aunt Rose was not really my aunt, but actually the live-in companion of my actual Aunt Louise. Aunt Louise was right on the verge of turning seventy and she. She had 6 inch jet black heels on and blackleather gloves with a black, short whip in her hand. She called me overto her with her finger. This was getting excited. I had always wishedfor my wife to do something like this but never thought it wouldactually happen. Standing very gracefully, I wiggled my ass as I walked over to hertrying to be as sexy as I could. She pushed me down to the floor infront of her and released her big, thick cock. This was the first time Ihad ever been this close to. . and confided that she had a fantasy involving being tied and fucked... Bondage had never turned me on. In fact, I was a bit uneasy with the ideas. But if that was what she fantasized - and since I knew I wasn't about to abuse her - I thought, What the hell? Maybe one of these days, I told myself... Saturday night was everything I had hoped - and more. We went out to eat at the Waverly Inn, then went back to my place and opened a bottle of white wine, a Riesling. We pretty much killed the. When she got up she walked backwards for a few feet with her hands behind her then turned around and left the room. Elena gave me a weird look.Elena grabbed my hand and said, “I think it’s time for us to go to our room. You seem a little tense babe. There is a back massage that even a woman as pregnant as me can give you that would help you relieve that tension.”“Actually Elena dear can your mother and I talk to him for a few minutes alone?” my dad asked.Elena just nodded and went to her room.I.