"Why would you say that Aunt Kate? You and Uncle Greg having problems perhaps?" I really shouldn't be telling you this but I feel so comfortable talki...g to you." No, I'm sorry for asking, that's a private issue." I will feel better if I tell someone about it," she said. "Lately your uncle has become a total workaholic, he is hardly at home, rarely finds time to spend with me and has neglected my sexual needs." Do you suspect he is cheating on you perhaps?" No, Greg isn't that type of man. I. I was very sorry for her husband and all of them; she was crying like hell, I confronted her.Days passed and the day of her funeral came up, I knocked at her home as I was given the time to take out the car and drive to the place, I was shocked to see her giggling and laughing with someone on the phone. I knocked again asking “mam?” “Maaam gari nikaldiya”. I was shocked that she was laughing and smiling all the down to the car; I couldn’t say anything, didn’t had the guts to ask her why was she. She often complained that I should have started fucking her as soon as I was buried inside, but I enjoyed the feel as she worked her muscles on my cock, but of course the most enjoyment comes from the movement so gradually I was doing what every man since Adam has done to his Eve or his “Bum Buddy” and began to move in and out in and out in the reproductive ballet all lovers perform to conceive c***dren or not. In those heady days of youth my stamina was strong and I could fuck for a good. .." She once again sighed.As I began to stroke, I reached around and began to massage her button as I thrust. Marcy reached back and joined her hand with mine. Soon our combined effort were causing us both to lose ourselves in the pleasure. I grabbed Marcy by the butt with both hands as my thrusting started to really get intense. As I felt myself start to cum, I pulled out and shot my load all over my step-sister's back. We collapsed onto the mattress from exhaustion."Ah, that was nice." She.