"Hi Barbie," I said. (I called her Barbie because Barbara was her name and she was obsessed with collecting Barbie dolls.) I thought how lucky I was, ...he looked perfect, a living Barbie doll in her own right. She had a perfectly shaped face with big green seductive eyes, small little up turned nose, and full pouting lush lips. Under that she had a rack so big and so perfectly shaped that they would even draw attention from straight women from across the street, the smallest waist that I have. “There you go, baby… hold it there… now, nice and slow… in and out... not all of it… just a little. Let me get used to it”With each stroke I slid deeper and deeper in to the depths of her womanhood. As much as I wanted to jackhammer away, like all the muscular meatheads I had seen in the videos, I maintained control, allowing us both to enjoy the sensations of our bodies fully interlocking. Helen coached me, encouraging me like a cornerman coaching a boxer to use his footwork and jabs in order. He knew she craved his touch, despite her token resistance, knew she was drawn to his secret shows like the voyeur that she was. He had wanted her for several years, ever since his dad had left and he'd realized how hot and sexy she was, and the time was near when he would finally have her.He put on a show for her then, let her see how aroused and sexy he was, how turned on by her. He pumped his cock with quick even strokes while he lifted his legs, spreading them even wider as he inserted a. My aunt came after 10 min from bathroom and wrapped herself only in towel, as she had forgotten to take bra and panty to bathroom. I looked at her and got stunned to see her semi-nude stature. My aunt asked me have I finished stitching button then I came to my sense back and said yes only 2 min I am almost done. My aunt then started to wear her bra I front of me only may be I am her nephew. But the view was getting me hornier. I was unable to control. As it was getting late for us my aunt.