I didn?t even thinkof it at the time but looking back at it now I can easily see it.When I got out of bed the following morning I went to the computer...fter I made coffee just like I always did on weekends. I turned on thecomputer and when I went to sit down, a sharp pain shot up from myknee. I looked down at my knee and couldn?t believe what I saw. My legslooked like my wife?s legs including the scars from her recent kneesurgery. My feet were no longer mine but my wife?s. I slowly stood upand. She was praising me for fucking her so nicely. I was putting my full dick in her pussy and take out it with extreme force. And aunty was enjoying the friction on her vagina walls. She parted her legs t full and asked me to pump more nicely. I could not stop it anymore and my hardcore sex action came in effect. I was fucking her like an old guy who is given last pussy of the world to fuck. Aunty was still moaning very heavily. It was such a hard fucking session for both of us. I was sweating a. June’s eyes grew wide with fear – she knew what was coming – it was something they had hinted and teased about in the past with an unspoken promise that someday….But Cynthia felt the gush of fluid in the palm of her hand that was cupping and stroking June’s pussy. She stepped back, watching in wonder at the scene before her.Robert said nothing. He kissed June deeply. He began to stroke and tease her. First her nipples, rolling between finger and thumb, then kissing them. Teeth nipping, then. I was rubbing the can hard against my firm flesh, its color had gone from warm pink to cool reddish to purple, I started into his eyes as he started at my nipple, 'Does that stop the milk', he asked, I shook my head, 'No sweetheart, it gives me pleasure', and I reached up and placed my hand behind his head and brought it down gently but firmly onto my breast, and guided my nipple into his open mouth, and squeezed my breast firmly, squirting my my warm milk into his mouth, the warmth of the milk.