She also shared that though she now had two children, her relationship remained stuck where it was. She was essentially a positive, warm-hearted and, ...rom our brief flirtation, warm-bodied woman who was not getting the emotional or sensual benefits of a committed partnership. She knew I was in much the same situation.So there was some history between us, an attraction that had occasionally flared up but also an emotional connection when we smiled at each other across the wine bar. We hadn't. She: Today onwards, you shall do whatever I ask you to do.Me: Ok Aunty.She: Wipe your tears and come and massage my legs. They are paining.I got up finally relieved and went up to her. She comforted herself on the bed with her feet towards me and started browsing through the magazine.She pointed me to start massaging. I went up to her and started pressing her legs. In about 10-15 minutes, she motioned her feet towards my face and started to play with my face while still reading the adult. However much pain and desperation I was feeling, she seemed to be enjoying it more each second as I struggled to obey. It was almost like she was pushing back as I was pushing toward the bathroom. "You better not. I'm warning you," she admonished and gave me that one squeeze too many. I was only 5 feet from the bathroom. I could see it as I gave in to the irresistible need to blow my load. I groaned as I felt cum streaming into my shorts and my whole body suddenly relaxed as my balls rid. Jill got on top of me with my cock rubbing her pussy. Reaching down I positioned the tip of my cock at her little hole."Now slowly sit down and it should go in", I instructed her. She did as I told her and to my surprise it went it without out to much effort. Her 13 year old pussy was tight and very wet. To my left was Amy sitting watching all this and playing with her pussy. Jill seemed to know what to do and fucked my cock like it has never been fucked. I kept looking up at Jill bouncing up.