. that’s a good boy!” she moans. They move to the bed and Penny slides her nephew’s boxers down his legs, letting his erection jump free. “Mmm... biggest I’ve had in a while,” she moans, stroking it. Jack moans at her touch and sits on his bed, feeling his legs go weak as Penny kneels and takes his cock between her lips, making him moan louder. “Oh god, Aunt Penny!” he hisses, as she starts to bob up and down on him. Penny sucks and licks him, feeling herself moisten knowing she’s only so horny. Is it my scent, the smell of my cunt, making you dizzy? Or is it my taste, my essence being extracted by your mouth on my soiled, wet panties that makes you feel intoxicated? Your eyes open wide. Have you realized the severity of your situation? Or is my cloying pussy driving you slowly towards a monumental orgasm? No matter. I have you where I want you, and we are not done yet."My mother was Ishtar, the Sumerian Goddess of fertility. I am over three thousand years old. I don't look it,. She hoped it came across as a thoughtful pause, but she had no confidence of that. Before she could frame her response, Theresa went on."I know it's your responsibility to keep me from doing foolish things, and I know this may all sound very foolish and hasty. But I am determined. This is what I am going to do with the rest of my life. If I don't, I will consider my whole life wasted. What I hope you can do is help me to do it right."Julia had always known that Theresa was intelligent and. It’s another one he recorded with the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section.”“Where is Muscle Shoals, anyway?” Lisa asked.“The northwest corner of Alabama, on the Tennessee River,” Mary Beth said. “Lots of musicians recorded albums at Fame Studios, it was the place in the late 1960s and early 70s to record, Aretha Franklin, Lynyrd Skynrd, the Rolling Stones, as well as Bob Segar recorded there, and their house band, the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section, gave the recordings their distinct sound. Paul Simons’.