Moaning, breathy shallow cries issue from my heaving chest as I exhale your name delicately while you rise up to sit on my plentiful ass which bears y...ur weight easily straddling me firmly between your athletic thighs, your generous cock sweeping along my back while you reach above me into the nightstand to produce a bottle of our favorite lubricant and vibrator. At this I knew more pleasure was coming, but what exactly was vague since you hadn’t simply raised my hips, penetrated me again and. .. but hungry forclose contact, so I stripped off once more and helped her undress too.We put on shower-caps and she took off my face. I nearly cried but whenI saw myself with it off I could see that I still looked like a girl. Weshowered slowly and sensuously. She soaped my cock with care andattention and I really felt sexy but somehow nothing happened.We went to bed naked and kissed and cuddled and embraced each other andI was overwhelmed with my love for her. She could not stop stroking. We started making out; our tongues wrestling for control between us. We broke apart to breathe. She wiggled out from under me. Her left hand brushing my obvious boner.We both undressed in record time. My hungry cock wanted to just violate her by going right to sex. I took my time, kissing her all over. She broke away looking enough to open the top drawer of the dresser. “I need you in me now,” she said, frantically. A condom was pressed into my right hand. I took it, wasting no time getting it. “Well, here she is, what you think, she very pretty ... and plenty sexy too, yes?”Dan’s eyes were feasting upon the almost naked figure of his Aunt Victoria Preston, kneeling on upon the same large coffee table upon which she’d been inspected by Peter Harris in her sitting room.Only now that coffee table was used as a centrepiece of the ‘Playroom’ installedin one of the large spare bedrooms of the house, the ownership of which Vickyhad unwittingly signed over to her ‘Owner’ Peter Harris, who’d.