I got up quitely and my nephew took me to his room keeping his finger in my cunt. Once in his room he went on me wildely telling me that I am his woma... and asking me to say it so I said to him I am yours do what you want. He put me on my hands and knees and fucked me like there is no tomorrow. After satisfying both our needs I went to sleep beside my snorting husband. My young lover left next morning but came back few days later saying he could not stay away from me which made me happy since I. Mandy unzipped my pants and they dropped to the floor as my cock stood straight towards the ceiling, her cold little hands now gripped the shaft of my cock as she slowly stroked it. I took off my shirt and I began to move my hand towards her pussy and I could feel the wetness as my fingers began to explore her. Mandy quivered as my finger found her hard littl clit and her knees seemed to go weak.I crawled on to the bed and Mandy straddled me and she began to softly slurp on my cock and I began. ’ She clears her throat, keeps her eyes down. ‘No worries,’ she says. She will shatter if not handled gently. ‘Not ayyy problem. Can I give you the stuff… after?’ You pull your shirt over your head. She pools herself for you, little waves raising her hips. She strokes her rippling breasts. You add her nipples to the photo album you store inside your skull. You mash and roll and tease your body until part of it emerges, a blade you stick her with, you bite her chin, squeeze yourself inside her. I was glad I wore a heavy jacket for the air was very chilly and was being pulled like in a ventilated shaft of sorts.The tunnel soon opened into a large room. I was awe struck as the room was filled with oil paintings and artifacts that seemed very old. My mind was in shock at what I was witnessing and of all the things laid out before me. I wasn’t thinking in terms of wealth or value but in wonder of what all this stuff was and where did it come from and why was it hid here and not being.