It was all that she could take, her first orgasm coursing through her body like an express train, her quivering pussy grinding up against the face of ...dam or Steve. She didn’t know which, nor did she care.As her orgasm began to subside, she rolled over onto her side, her arms compulsively reaching out for some sort of contact. What they met was naked human flesh beaded with the moisture of the steam room. Impulsively, she pulled the flesh towards her until she felt what was clearly a fully. The forensic people had come and gone. There had been no signs of fingerprints, other than her own and those of her eccentric neighbour.She turned as Mrs Faulkner came into the room, then brushed a tear away before the older woman saw. She didn't need reminding again that she would be safe because the whole town would look out for her."Here we are, dear. A nice hot cup of tea will do us both good. Sit yourself down." She handed Ginny a plate piled high with sandwiches. "There, I thought you. Then I bite them like softly and which was making her mad… she was moaning softly….” Please don’t do this.. this is not correct….I am your aunty… Please”….hearing this it was making me crazier… I said, “Aunty lets go inside”. She didn’t listen so I took her in my arms and took her to her room they didn’t have a bed so I slowly placed her on the floor we were sweating like hell but I loved the way we sweated. then I pulled off her petticoat and panty. now she was completely naked. Then I went. My wife didn't look like she was aware of her body being abused in such fashion by men of different races. She didn't look like she minded her body being mauled by cocks different from her husband's. But then she didn't look like she was awake either.The older man fucked the living daylights out of my drunk passed out wife and in one final grunt pushed in fucking rod deep inside till the root as his curly grey pubes mashed with my wife's brown pubes. I saw his ass clenching and clasping itself.