. me and you …..you and me……no no that is not possible.You are my sisters son…..I can not commit that sin.I stood up and sat besides her looki...g straight in to her eyes she also responded me in the same mannerI said : so what aunty you are a woman and I am a man …. I can satisfy all the needs that your husband couldn’t in last 16 years ….. c’mon aunty I know we can do it……I started to towards her…and as I was doing so she continuously stared me deep into my eyes as if she was lost in them. . (Then I really confirmed her knowledge of sex). I told her NOT to worry.. I am NOT that type.. I also told her that if I pour my sperms in your pussy, that too during your fertility period, then only you will become pregnant. I asked her, “When was your previous menses?” She told, just she completed two days back. Then I felt fully comfortable. I told that night I want to do more things.. “No.. No.. I am scared.. “ She told. I told, we will manage. Night, early after meals, we switched off. 'What do they contain?' she wonders. 'The seed of a man? The essence of a spirit? What is the nature of this beautiful being?'At another time these questions would have seemed relevant, but here with him tonight, they are but a tiny voice in the tumultuous choir of her emotions. With the tiniest of gestures she points his cock at her opening and he immediately understands.He moves closer until he is touching her moistened folds. Anna places her hands on his hips and, in a singular cataclysmic. The meringue crushed between them as he bought his body over hers on the dining room table. He kissed her hard, popped one of the strawberries into her mouth and then using his tongue, crushed the berry within. Some of the juice escaped and dribbled down her chin which he hastily licked up. She in turn smeared some of the discarded cream onto his nipples and brought her mouth to them, slowly sucking up the renegade liquid. The dining room table was a pink and cream Jackson Pollock facsimile.