She had done some growing up since i had seen her last, and looked really nice with a body that was showing some curves now and was very happy that t...e balcony was empty except for the sound crew. The board was in front corner of the balcony and the church pew was the seat for it, I sat behind the sound board and she sat next to me and i proceeded to try and dazzle her with my soundboard knowledge, until i noticed her top was giving me a view down her blouse at some very perky nice. I am an established fashion designer in my mid forties. Alistair, my late husband, was a psychologist .he’d developed a very successful private practice. We lived in a charming Devon country home by the river Fen near Fenley in the early eighties, a beautiful unspoilt typically English village situated just three miles away from our home. Ben, my gardener and odd job man, kept everything in top notch. He knew exactly how I liked the flora. His work was impressive and, like the woman I am –. . Keep on moving like that……" Her breathing became fast, she quivered and pressed her nails so hard on my buttocks that it started hurting me and then she became quiet just like the sky becomes quiet after passage of a thunderstrom. I could hear only the sound of her deep and contended breathing. But while enjoying her own pleasures Aunty had discontinued the good acts that her hands and mouth were doing on my penis. Now it was difficult for me to control my own passion. I turned and moved my. I held my cock in my hand, stroking it slowly, my thoughts fully focused on Sophie, and imagining what she was feeling.“Feeling you,” I moaned.“Getting close,” Sophie moaned back.“I know you can cum at least twice,” I said, breathless from the intense things I was feeling.“Yes,” gasped Sophie. “Cum twice, I will.”“I want to watch you cum,” I said. “I’ll hold back, and cum with you on your second.”“Fuck, Doc, can you do that inside me,” said Sophie. “I fantasize that a lot.”“Nothing I would like.