My aunt came and told me not to pay attention to her friend Sandra because she didn't want any problems at her house. I did just that but couldn't hel... to lustfully glance at Sandra more after what my uncle told me about her, which my aunt later confirmed when I asked her.My uncle had known Sandra and her husband Elias for years going back to their days in Jalisco, Mexico as teens. He told me that Elias had always beat on her for being too friendly around other men.Turns out Sandra's parents. “Oh, God…” I hissed. She keeps this up. I’m going to cum in my pants…Claire grabbed my wrists, placing my hands over her tits. “Enjoy it, honey. Don’t you like your present?” she rasped.I swallowed. Her breasts were so familiar, her body was something I saw almost every day yet never tired of. I circled my thumbs, delighting at how such a cheaply woven shirt could feel so fucking good right now. My wife gave out a loud, satisfied moan as I tweaked and played with her acorn-hard nipples.“You’re. What Preston found down between her thighs was a tight, moist, hot cunt waiting for his fingers. He had barely touched Brit when she instinctively jerked her hips forward, taking two of his fingers inside her. With her jerk, he lost contact with her tits and ended up holding her by the back and the pussy. Brit’s head rolled back and she emitted a deep, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah” as she squirmed on his fingers.Preston rotated and fell back on the bed with Brit splayed at an angle on top him. Brit found. She was smiling.A cooling drink, this time water for Faith, and she said she would need to go home, as her family would be waiting. Before I could verbalise my question, she answered “This was wonderful for me, I hope for you; it was the glorious final time making of love I never had the chance to experience with that dear friend who sent the letter. You have loved me today, and I you, but no-one knows tomorrow. Be content at this moment.”And she pressed the dried flower into my hand, no words.