At almost the same moment, the Jeep swerved hard to the right to avoid the wreck, throwing me into the door. I could hear the car’s tyres skipping a... the chassis twisted, the driver’s knuckles standing out in relief on the steering wheel. I was thrown back as it swerved again, narrowly missing a hunk of twisted black metal on the boulevard divider, tyres finally finding purchase on the road, when there was another white flash, much closer.I was flying. Everything went weightless as the Jeep. "Well, NOT! Graveyards are spooky. Mausoleums are cold and drafty in the winter and hot and stifling in the summer. They're all granite and black iron and there's no comfortable place to sleep. Besides, they're full of dead people. Vampires drink blood, you know. The only people I know of that can get blood from a dead person all work for the IRS.Anyway, here I was. Why? I didn't know. I was pretty sure I was somewhere in California, the name of the town had slipped my mind, and this was one. Mark and Willie were staying over at a friend's house that night, so we got back to an empty house. Aunt Sandy said it hardly seemed worth cooking up a whole meal just for the two of us and wondered if I'd think she was too lazy if she just ordered out for pizza. I said it was fine.Later that evening, over slices of pepperoni and sausage, I told Aunt Sandy that I really appreciated her helping us out. She made a joke out of it, saying that it didn't take much effort to dial a phone for pizza,. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling my thrusting cock into her warm wet pussy and screamed, “Harder, harder!” Suddenly, she pushed me onto my back and started riding me, filling herself with my throbbing cock, rising and falling harder and faster, her hands on her tits, her blonde hair flailing, her screams echoing in the small room before I bucked and rolled her onto her back and lifted her hands above her head, our fingers entwined, our hungry eyes gazing deeply into each other's eyes, saying.