They turned to see the son get up, cover himself with a towel and answer the door. It was his Aunt Jean. She smiled and said, “Can I come in?. “...f course, Jean, we been waiting for you.” Aunt Jean was about his mother’s age and had the same big delicious tits over a small waist and somewhat flaring hips. She was wearing a lacy violet blouse and dark skirt. As she walked in the room, she saw her sister lying on the bed with her skirt pulled up and her bare naked pussy exposed. With a wicked. He discerned that she was his soul mate. She was his woman. He did not know how he knew this but he believed it with the same certainty that he believed the earth is round and orbits around the sun. That is why his conversation with her leading up to their copulation in the restroom had such a cave man like quality to it. That she complied in kind without any hesitation was proof positive of the existence of the chemistry between them. During the football practice that afternoon, it occurred. Rolling onto his back, she produced a condom from her drawer and rolled it onto him; whilst she was sure she was safe, she didn't want her husband's sperm ruining her lover's experience. She climbed on top and rode him to climax, biting her lip for fear of screaming her lover's name as she came.In the morning she packed her overnight bag; her new negligee and her box of condoms in the bottom. She also took spare underwear and some clothes that would be appropriate for a weekend away with the. " What about Michelle?" Missy turned back."No neither 'Michelle' nor 'Mickey', I think you know why. It might bebest to stay away from 'M's altogether. There's lots of other goodnames out there. I know, 'Foal', that's original. Or Prophecy? Angel?"she was now counting them out on her fingers; just listing ridiculousstripper names, names no one in their right mind would name theirdaughter much less themselves, "Savannah? Krystal? Kitten?" 'Kitten Bunny'?" Missy's strain face laughed, "how about.