And I watched it all. The rest of the time he was fucking me, my eyes were fixated on watching his cock move in and out of my ass.He started out slow,...but quickly picked up the pace. I kept urging him on.“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck my tight ass! Slam that hard cock deep inside of me. I fucking love it. Fuck me good and hard!”He pulled his cock out of my ass, moved up my body and held his cock in front of my face. I greedily took it all in my mouth. All the way down my throat. I tasted my own shit on. Rosalee watched her."She looks horny and I guess that makes her sexier." Are you horny?" I asked Anna."A bit, I guess." Are your nips hard then?" I guess." And what about you Hilly? Are your nips making your tits hilly too?" Maybe but if you call me that again it will be the lump on the back of your head that is growing." I won't ask what lump and apologise instead. But why don't you two prove it then. You can see that I'm hard." Can I touch it?" asked Rosalee."Not with your arm across your. I just obey.’ An idea suddenly took shape in her mind. ‘You are here to be punished for your earlier impertinence. Remove your shirt.’ Looking at her questioningly, he nevertheless complied. Her cheeks had now bloomed with a flush that looked remarkably like excitement. ‘Stand over there,’ she used the crop to indicate an upright of the four-poster bed. ‘Hands around it,’ she commanded. She admired his body, the bare shoulders gleaming in the firelight, as he reached up above his head and. I liked my Aunt Winifred to the point of a schoolboy crush on her petite upper-class body that was invariably clothed in the latest fashions and with an appreciation for my tennis skills that included her watching me play and taking me for drinks at every opportunity. I know we made an odd couple with me being still a teenager at nineteen and her being in her mid-forties.Aunt Winifred was often referred to as “Her Ladyship” because of her deceased second husband, a judge of some standing and.