Once naked, I slowly walked around the foot of the bed and approached my wife. As got up in front of her, she slightly parted her knees and reached fo... my cock. For the first time, since I arrived home, my wife made eye contact with me and maintained eye contact with me as her grip on the middle of my cock tightened and she opened her thighs even more. She was watching for my reaction as I looked at her. The erotic passion in her eyes was very intense. She watched my expression as I looked down. Why do you find it necessary to lie to me?” he asked.Brenda could not speak. Her wind was being cut off from the enormous pressure around her tiny throat. As she tried to gasp for air, she felt her Master’s fingers slide up her skirt to her pantiless crotch. She felt as her Master slid a finger into her sticky cunt and quickly remove it. He then raised his hand and commanded her to open her mouth.“Taste this!’ he ordered.Brenda opened her mouth and gently wrapped her lips around his. Her mouth was voracious as our tongues dueled in ever-mounting passion. I said a silent prayer of thanks that I had already come once, so that I had a little more control than I would have had if I hadn’t already shot one load of cum in her mouth.We were beyond words as we hurtled toward a climax that would seal us as one, our moans, groans and cries an intoxicant that drove us on.I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew what I wanted, what I needed. Trying not to lose our connection, I. In that instant, I didn’t give a flying fuck she was my aunt I knew I would be fucking her with or without consent. I broke free and just looked at her one last time, with mild apprehension. She just smiled, lied back down and said “I know all about your daily masturbating activity, want to see if the practice actually worked??” I didn’t even bother to reply or take her clothes off and just started feasting on her bulging breasts. Each time I sucked in she pushed my head further with her hands.