She starts grinding against me with her breath all hot and heavy, and her pussy's just fucking drooling on me she's so fucking turned on. And I'm just...slowly railing into her you know? Really fucking nice and slow, making her feel everything, stretching her out. She;s got her skirt all bunched around her hips, and I open up her shirt to see her big fucking tits with the nipples all pink and hard and moist and I suck on one and she starts moaning like a fucking whore. And the sounds she's making. She looked wonderful too. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s sisters and probably the only family member that I was still on good terms with. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the. As the typical session would evolve and I would remain in control of my urges, her desire for a even the faintest touch would become unbearable... her increasing moaning and sexual verbal requests were impossible to ignore... I would feel obligated to cater to her most primal need of the moment... my tongue would always lead the way, starting with a sensual dirty kiss and working my way down, I would move slowly and gently towards my favorite part... the tongue treatment would always start as. Not slaves. The agents of the supreme power. And Vesta, the chief agent and executive of that power, took her place on the Princess Karina's right hand.In that diamond-hard voice which Belle had heard once before (and with what terror!) Princess Karina welcomed her guests, hoping they would enjoy themselves... and she reminded them that there was no limit to her hospitality. In every sense of the word. This was greeted with laughter and applause. A large gong was struck as a signal for the.