If you have not read them before please go ahead and read them now. My previous storied were published under the following titles, Aunty Turned My Wif... and one day with my wife.I need not give any intro as I am aware that all of you are here to enjoy and have some fun. So, let’s not waste our time. I had a very itchy cock and it always found its solace in my aunt’s cunt. She is not my aunt any more, she is my wife. I wonder what you would think of me when I say I married my aunt. Yes, you heard. Jack finally said, "You have a lovely pair of knockers, baby. You're going to make some great tips here." He stood up and moved back to his chair, I felt funny; I felt, well, a little disappointed. I sort of thought that the way things were going that his touching would turn into more than that. Needless to say, I was extremely excited, and since Bobby was out having his jollies, I was going to get my share now.I realized that my breathing was a little labored as I lowered my shirt and then as. Beverly smiled to herself. She was so wet and had wanted some action herself, although she could take care of that later. She got up from the bed and then heard her son peeing, forgetting there were no doors in the villa. She walked across the room and was able to see into the fresher and saw Wesley pissing like a fountain into the toilet. He was holding his cock in his right hand and Beverly noticed it wasn't completely soft but still it looked so innocent yet tempting. She wanted to hold it. The 17 year old brushed his lanky brown hair out of his eyes.The woman that ran it was one of only two employees, and she worked thelate shift. She made a deposit every night, and by the number ofcustomers, he assumed it would be a big score.He took a deep breath, psyching himself up. She would be closing in aboutten minutes. When she moved toward the door, he'd make his move. That wayhe wouldn't have to put up with last minute buyers. The woman looked up,and for a moment, he thought she had.