"Ah, yes, that's the way, Aunt Evie, just like that," she cooed. I was in no hurry, so I kept tracing my fingers up and down her sphincter. She squ...rmed a bit, but said nothing, as I spread her cheeks open wide to get a look at her beautiful pink star. By now, her rear end was glistening and covered in oil. Just as I began to wonder if she was going to continue instructing me, what I heard next truly shocked me."Now, put more oil on your finger, and stick it inside my bottom," she told me.. I quickly caught her attention as the chair legs scraped against the floor. “Oh Alex, you scared me.” She said clutching her chest slightly. “Sorry,” I responded. “You just seemed as if you were in the zone.” “I was in a world of my own,” she replied before turning back to the cooker. I sat down at the table; the cold leather of the chair was really refreshing against my skin. I watched as she began cooking again. Her hips wiggled and her humming started to get louder whilst the music played. Despite her new status as a Minister, she made no effort to conform to the traditional senior female politico look. Her suit was a dark blue pinstripe, her tie was loose at her neck, her hair was short and black. “How’s Delphine?” She smiled. “Great thanks. I take it you’re in ‘get on with life’ mode, correct?” “Correct.” She patted my shoulder. “Good for you. Come round for a drink this evening?” “I’d love to.” And I would have loved to but events overtook me. As a former PM once said when. I lay down on the bed, and he stood at the edge. He pulled me toward him, and keeping his eyes glued to mine, entered my pussy so softly, I wanted to cry. He was being so sweet and gentle with me, I wanted him to be mine. I wished that he was my hubby, and that we made love like this all the time. Then I felt guilty because he wasn’t. And we couldn’t. I was already married, and I was doing this anyway. I pushed that thought out of my mind, and melted back into the cabin with him. He grabbed my.