But it occurs to mehe would have never heard of me before that.I was not on the wedding guest list after all. Damon didn't even knowLucinda was from W...llendonga. Did her husband?Well he would now from all the trips she's apparently been making backthere.I felt that this was further evidence of how little regard Lucinda hadfor me. Never to have mentioned me. But maybe this was unfair. For ifshe was to reference me in memory, it would be as the boy I used to be."So you're the girl who put. She scooted forward on the ottoman, spread her knees. Her eyes closed with pleasure.When they opened, she blatantly stared at he sight of her nephew's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Terry cupped her head with his off-hand. He leaned back, presenting himself for her ministrations."Damn, Aunt B, you look so fuckin' sexy like that! You like watching me fuck your mouth?" He hissed."Mm-hm!" That might've been a nod.Shit, Aunt B is a total fuck-slut for my cock today! How could Uncle Richard. She leaned in and let my face touch the top of her beautiful cunt. I breathed in deep and then licked her slit from her taint to her clit slowly and deliberately. She groaned and leaned hard against my face. I took her by the hips and turned her around and sat her down across my lap and then kissed her deeply and passionately. Then I asked if she wanted some wine and she poured us a glass and we watched the sun sinking down as we sipped our wine and held each other.I asked, “Would you like to. “It gets quite cold in here before morning unless I get my lazy butt up and feed the fire during the night. We always make sure to have extra furs on the foot of the bed in case we need them.”“And speaking of getting up,” Jasmine broke in to say, “don’t just lie there hurting if you need to go. Wake us. Chances are we’ll need to go too. I almost always have to in the middle of the night, but my love here never complains about escorting me to the outhouse whether he needs to go or not.”“Uh, how.