Ending the kiss, he saw her eyes open in the moonlight, a gentle blue that could become fiery and icy in turn with her mood. Tonight, they gleamed wit... the ardor of her love for him."Jacob, I thought..." Shh, my love," he whispered, his body moving closer to hers. "Don't think. Don't talk. Just feel."His lips took hers again, wringing a soft moan from deep within her. His hands roamed her body with avid care, finding every place that stoked her fiery passions with the precision and grace of a. I felt a pressure on my cock as she kind of pulled me around by it. I moved a few steps to the side of where I had been. I heard her moving around and then she grabbed my dick again. This time she really started jacking it fast. She was pulling quickly now and I think she was sitting in front of me on the toilet. That's when I heard the door open. I heard my Uncle Bob's voice coming from my left. My aunt kept jerking me off, but she did slow down a bit. "How's it going in here? I got to get. She greeted me and asked if I was there for a friendly visit or if I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her.Sheila was twenty-five, divorced for two years, and had a four-year-old daughter. I was almost ten years older than she was.She took her daughter into her bedroom and returned to me naked.What to fuck! She knew why I was there and she was not going to slow me down any. She stood before me in all of her glory and smiled as I took in her beauty.Sheila was about five feet eight inches. “That’s the conclusion I came to.” David snorted. “For years, I figured that all of that quota shit meant that folks like me were getting screwed over for jobs. After talking to you on the phone, I did what you suggested. I drove around looking at places where folks like me were working. You nailed it. There aren’t many places that hires people like us, regardless of race. Fast food places seemed to be the only jobs around. They’ve got forty year old women cooking fries. There aren’t any.