She had her pallu down and had already removed her blouse, and was in her bra. She saw me coming, and I quickly turned around.Me: Sorry, aunty! I thou...ht you were already in the bathroom.Aunt: What are you doing here?She asked, a little frustrated.Me: Mom told me to get you a towel. She is on a call.Aunt: Oh, okay. It’s alright, dear. I should have been careful. But it’s okay. You can turn around now and find me a towel.Her voice now softened.Me: But auntie…Aunt: Don’t worry. I covered myself,. Had Catherine walked past a group of us, I would not have dreamt of saying, “I’d like to fuck that.” Had any other member of the group given forth with such an expression about her there would probably have been a fight. No one would speak of my mother goddess in that way and get away with it. Catherine was not a “That” or an “It.” She was “The Woman.” I can now see that Catherine handled my teenage moodiness with skill and love. If I answered her greeting in a surly manner, she would simply. In her aroused state, she let her body speak for her brain and spoke the words that would put her out of her sweet misery. " I'm yours." The words are soft and panted, but it is all I needed to hear before I let myself go wild again. I lifted her hips and pressed myself completely inside her wet pussy again. When I found myself buried in her to the hilt, she let out a lusty cry. I begin my possession again. Slowly and firmly I fucked her. Pulling out to the head then thrusting hard and grinding. Fortunately, I had both the latest in human anti-spy tech, and some pretty good Craxill tools as well, and they both showed that Nomrall and his superiors either didn't have access to such toys, or didn't think they needed them against me. I did wonder if he'd been carrying a recording device, though. He'd stifled a smirk when I'd accepted the invitation, and I wondered what dastardly deed they had in mind for me.I ran over the encounter in my mind, trying to spot the trick. At about the same.