"Then come along," He took his aunt by the arm and steered her back toward the recreation area.The rec room was a corner of the basement that Martin's...dad had carpeted and partially paneled in walnut-stained plywood. It contained a pool table -- the one Jacqui had watched her nephew titfuck his girlfriend on the day before -- a few chairs, a set of weights, an exercise cycle, and an unlikely contraption Jacqui had been told was a rowing machine. Martin was down here for a long time every day,. The g-string here had a bit of material covering Clara’s pussy, which was fine.Clara had started to breathe deeper, and there was a slight smile as my fingers lightly explored her, but it changed as I withdrew slightly, and then gave her pussy a ‘slap!’ “uhhh-AH!” she called out. Again I got her the same way, and she cried out louder. Clara jumped a bit as I rubbed her pussy thru her panties. They were soaked. “”Well-well…” I said as I shook my head.Grabbing my bought submissive, I lifted. Her body quivered, feeling his cock tease at her sweet spot. “Y…Yes!” she shouted, feeling the warmth of his breath against her neck, his moans lingered within her ear.He soon grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, like pigtails, and yanked back, forcing her face straight ahead. He drilled her from behind, utterly dominating her body into submission. He moaned loudly in clear enjoyment, leaned back just slightly to get a good view of his thick cock pumping into her pussy over and over again.He was. It's weird at the same time, of course. I know he likes me in a way I can never like him back. It may seem selfish, but I think, in the end, it's a good feeling. He likes me for who I am. It's the highest level of acceptance. Or something like that. I'm no philosopher, of course. "Hey smiley, I asked you something." I look up. "Oh, it's okay. We can continue." He extends his hand to me and pulls me up. "What were you smiling about, by the way?" he asks when we're on our way again. "I thought it.