. the fact Aunt Emma looked at Mom in such a way was stimulating. "I'd almost forgotten how fucking hot you were, sis," Emma continued, "in person tha... is." "I bet I taste the same, though." Mom draped her jeans over the back of one of the dining chairs, and hopped up on the dining table. She whirled around on her butt until she was facing her little sister, parting her delicious thighs to expose the quivering snatch that practically beckoned Aunt Emma's tongue. "Wanna see?" Emma. ‘Sir,’ said his PA, ‘2:15 Mrs Waters is here.’ ‘Thank you, wheel her in Miss Penny.’ ‘I’m not in a wheelchair yet,’ Mrs Waters said, brushing by Penny and poking her in the midriff as she snapped, ‘Wear your skirts longer Jenny Penny. Mr Wigg can see your blue knickers without bending over to peer up your thighs.’ ‘It’s Jennifer Penny and the color of my thong today is peach Mrs Waters.’ ‘Don’t be insolent,’ said the octogenarian. ‘You can see I’m not wearing my glasses and since when hasn’t. I noticed one of the kitchen walls was a gargantuan painting of a chef. The chef literally was the wall, constantly reminding Pam to keep eating. “So you’re the Sex God?” her friend asked. I smiled at Pam. “Geez, Pam. You’re such a blabbermouth.” Pam laughed. “I know. It was just too funny,” she said between bites. “But you know? It probably wasn’t a good idea to say that because now you have a lot to live up to.” “Oh, I know,” I fired back. “I mean, you’ve really set yourself up for. The last time I saw him, he was in turmoil because he had "accidently" gotten her pregnant (talk about a real stupid bitch you don't want to get pregnant! HAHA!) and he was also facing jail time for a recent DUI. But again, that was 12 years ago. Hopefully he's doing well and paying his c***d support payments. But back to the sex. He fucked her real well. She loved every minute of it. It was the second time I had ever gotten a hot young girl to have sex with my friend. The first time is another.