Looking me in the eye she added, 'Too shy around girls, I'd imagine.''I... I... guess so.' I stammered.She unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress, ex...osing a goodly portion of her cleavage. 'I think we can solve that problem.' I couldn't help but stare. She had magnificent breasts, as I recall.Grabbing my hand she pushed it inside the opening in her dress. Her breasts were full... soft... warm. I was in heaven! I'd seen breasts in my dad's magazines, but never touched one before. It was very. She asked me what brought that on. I told her what a beautiful lady she was and that I was surprised she didn’t have guys beating down her door. I told her what a nice body she had….especially her ass. As I told her this I reached over and cupped her ass cheek. Her hand dropped down and rubbed my crotch as I cupped her ass. I got bolder and leaned over and kissed her. Not like a nephew is supposed to kiss his Aunt but the way I had kissed the girl on my last date. My Aunts tongue slid inside my. She groaned, rocking back into me.The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through her bedroom. I breathed in the scent of her pussy. That tart delight permeated my nose. I groaned at how amazing it was. I smiled, thrusting my futa-dick to the hilt in her married pussy.I reveled in cuckolding her husband.Her pussy felt amazing wrapped about my dick. Just fantastic. I reveled in it. I enjoyed every last second of slamming into her twat. I pumped away hard and fast, driving my girl-dick to the hilt in. Elegant and simple and not expensive, though it looks it. I see a few rings on her fingers; nothing like a wedding-band, though she looks early 20's and could be hitched. Then again, she works a jewelry counter.She hasn't refused or dismissed my advances, and has smiled through this transaction...likes the attention, perhaps. She places my purchase in a box as I got a lusty eyeful of her tits under that top; she doesn't hide them behind the sweater, and can't be oblivious to the fact I'm.