“Oh Kevin, all men do it, us girls do it too you know. Does your girlfriend keep her hair brush beside her bed?” I nodded. “Does it have a nice ...mooth handle like this one?” She held up her brush. I nodded again. Aunty slid the handle into her body. “Well Lovey it probably keeps her happy at night time, but it won’t be as good as your stiffy.” I left her and sneaked to my room. The next day Aunty and I tried not to catch each other’s glances, but everybody else seemed the worst for the night. The bartender tells us we can eat now. We smile at each other and go to our table...Emma's really putting me under her spell while we're eating. She's been wearing a nice, simple yet pretty, black dress under her coat. Her shoulders and cleavage are not exactly naked because it's winter, but the white shirt underneath the dress molds her shapes nicely, and the little black stockings I've been able to glimpse between the top of the knee high boots and the bottom of the dress feels like the right. I have nobody here in California. But a few days ago I remembered how happy I was when I was with you, Chrissy."He gets very close to my face to stress the intimacy. "I want you, Chrissy. I don't have much time left and I want to spend what's left of it with you." What about your k**s?" I ask. "Would they accept this?" I'm a very old man, Chrissy, with little time left, so I no longer give a damn what they or anyone else think. I want to spend my life the way I want. For the first time!" He. Her cunt was tingling with Polly’s attentions, but what she really needed was a cock to fill it right up, and there was only one available. “Please Don, I want you to fuck me” she begged.Don’s cock was still hard; he rolled off her and grabbed a pillow, which he pushed under her buttocks, raising her pussy into the ideal position for fucking. He looked with pleasure at the sight of Susie’s sex exposed so wantonly, so lewdly, to his admiring gaze. Her cunt was dripping with juices from Polly’s.