Great! Stan snapped. I was getting a powerful erection. “Open the blouse for me.” Sally sensuously undid one button at a time until her blouse ope...ed and a white nylon underwired bra came into view. Then she sat up and took the blouse off. “I tell you what – how about we have a shot or two with you in Alan? Put a hand on her bra cup will you?”I went red and looked at Sally who smiled approval at me. “Are you sure Stan?”“Yes mate, go ahead – its the least we can do. Give her a nice feel!” So I. That’s great, so would I. To say that I’ve spent a lifetime of self-seeking would be an understatement. I have one side of me that my family knows, let’s say his name is Victor. He’s the good Christian boy that made his parents proud. He followed the rules, made good grades growing up, and saved himself for marriage. Next, you have my other side, let’s say his name is Caleb. For every yin, there is yang as they say and Caleb is definitely the yang. One might say Caleb was born in my. Each time I introduced her to something new, I was proven correct. I assumed it was because I always took her there gently, with her knowing she could back out at anytime. Even if she was there as my slave-sub and I her Master, she knew I would always respect the safe word. I was there to protect her, and the plus was I protected me at the same time I allowed and even insisted on her dalliances. She had become a willing dog-fucking slut and by her own accounts, she loved it. There was still a. Then she told me it was a very nice sunny day. She would go upstairs to change into her bathing suit and then we could go to make a walk at the beach. I replied I was ready to go.After Auntie climbed upstairs, I went up after her to see what I could see; just taking a peek through the crack of the door. Auntie Paula walked out of her bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse.I pulled my cock out and started to stroke it. Auntie unzipped her jean shorts and pushed them down her legs, slipping them over.