His sperm was dripping from her sex, onto his belly.In that instant, he realized the seriousness of this whole situation. He had bred this woman. She ...ight be pregnant with his child."Will you really marry me?" he asked.She had been trying to put on a mean face, wrinkling up her brow and frowning. Now she relaxed and stared down at him, her face framed by hanging, black hair."I'll just die if I can't," she said softly."What if Aunt Maureen does not approve?" he asked."I told you all the things. "Ipwomith I won dell anywon," she repeated more quickly and with moreconfidence. Tell me you promise: "I pwomith." She had a practiced little mouth and if I had let her work on it sheprobably could have finished me off. But I needed to taste her clean, barelittle pussy. I grabbed her hair suddenly-she probably thought she didsomething wrong--and pulled her head off my cock, rolling her over onto herback. We kissed some more while I pinned her legs with my body and herarms with my hands. . We went outside on the patio while mom and Aunt Susan were having some beers, although I was reading Sports Illustrated, College Football edition; I was kind of listening to their conversation. As I mentioned it before aunt Susan is in her mid-forties, husky/chubby, dirty blonde hair, and very pale skin. In all of my 15 plus years I don’t recall ever seeing Aunt Susan in anything but jeans and t-shirt. Their conversation was mainly related to work, kids, etc. Then mother asked Aunt Susan well,. Remember, it’s been a long time since I’ve been caned. Now,’ she bent over, touched her toes once more, ‘let’s start again. Perhaps about half as hard for now.’ And she wiggled her backside, making the red line undulate delightfully. ‘As you wish, madam,’ I said, took my position, and drew the cane back once more. I was careful to hold back a little. The thin cane swished down, to leave a thin red stripe across both cheeks.‘Aaah! Much better. A nice sting. More please.’The cane laid a line of.