We had lunch and then I asked her about her problems. She said it is her husband’s who is having less sperm count. She said that she can’t do that...and started to cry. I hugged her and was consoling her. Then suddenly she asked me can you make me pregnant?I was shocked and taken aback. I said what are you talking aunty? She cried a lot and begged me for a baby. She told she would become slut of me if I give her a baby. I will get to fuck her whenever I wish. Since she didn’t trust anyone in this. I taste you. You are my ambrosia, my breath, my air. I don't know how I have existed without you.I slip my hands around your waist and unfasten your trousers... Slipping my fingers under your waistband and freeing your oh so erect cock. The head is glistening with your want. I need to taste it... I touch my tongue to the tip. A string of juice connects my tongue to your cock. Oh that taste. I need more. I slowly slide my tongue around your knob. So wet. So juicy. So delicious. I close my lips. As fast as he gave it to me my body danced in time with his.Over and over and over that wild beast’s cock inside me pounded away and I came and came. Orgasm after orgasm followed and when I felt that knot expanding and entering me I knew I was in Heaven.I could hear his breath and I felt his cum. Like a hot water geyser it shot its watery semen into my depths. If St. Michael and his Angels were fighting Satan and his army I had just been shot. What side I was on I didn’t care. The amount of. She opened up at the very first knock and quickly stepped back to let him in. Not that she expected anyone else to peek at her nudity but she still felt humiliated and exposed. And for good reason. The man stepped in, leaving the door open behind him. He didn’t look at her face, instead staring down at her pert breasts with their hardening nipples. His glance continued down, settling on the bald, fleshy lips between her slightly parted thighs. He raised one eyebrow as he continued to stare at.