“In a way it’s exactly about that,” she said. “You don’t seem the least little bit interested in going farther. I was actually happy about w...ere your hands went last night until you jerked them away.“No, this is about a lot of things. When we first got together we had a lot in common. But my interests have changed. You’re still happy sitting right here on Saturday nights. Even when we do socialize you won’t let me have any fun. You watch me like a hawk to make sure I’m not drinking or skinny. "You've changed the recipe, haven't you?" Aunt Wendy's look darted from me to Skip and back. "Sugar and spice," she replied in a whisper. "Don't you just love it?" As soon as the table was cleared, I ran to my room, pleading the incredibly lame excuse of jet-lag. The guest-room had French doors that opened onto a hedge-enclosed porch. The cottage furniture was pale cream and the bed was made with a hand-stitched country comforter. It crossed my mind that there must be worse places for a girl to. Typical man he began at the bottom taking in my feet and ankles, shown off by my 3 inch stiletto heeled single strap sandals, then my black stocking encased calf, the swell of my hips, the pinch of my waist, and then my breasts, my slim neck decorated with a single thin gold chain and ankh pendant. He drank me in appreciatively. Finally, he focused on my face, his eyes dropped briefly back to my neck and cleavage, then returned to my face; recognition dawned."Jeez Liam is that you. Oh my God it. Then I realized it was too late to stop now, and I actually could not pull my dick out, I was starting to thrust in slowly. She let out a deep moan from in her chest.“F-FUHHHCK! OH GOD BRANDON!!!” she yelled as I started to move faster and deeper. “The pain is…. gone brother…. fuck me harder!” she yelled again. My dick was wrapped in a hot and wet sensation that seemed to make me want to get deeper into her. I slammed against her pussy trying to bury my dick deeper into her. I started to feel.