.. I muttered and left her smooth hand grab my testies. I suddenly felt my feet going numb and all the blood rushed up to the tip of my pulp stick. My...aunt’s hand moved vigorously but full of tenderness in the same time. She was twisting and turning her wrist up and down and about the cock head, either grabbing it like a sword or gently holding it between her fingers tips like a swollen rose bud.Her gorgeous breasts moved in tandem with her expert hand, bouncing off of each other under the wet. My husband is serving in the military and since our honeymoon he has only been back home one time to fuck me. I am faithful to him. But I can't live like a nun. I need my kicks.So far I've been getting my kicks by masturbating while I think about other men fucking me. Or by getting on xHamster and looking at cocks and guys jacking off. Or by playing sex games with Holly – my girlfriend in town.I've decided that all of this stuff isn't cheating. It is only when there is actual contact between a. I get this rush of adrenaline, and I'm higher than I have ever been. I'm so naughty, and she is so soft. I can feel myself hard as a rock, and through her pants I can feel how hot and wet she is.She isn't wearing a bra, which surprised me when I took of her top. I go to play with her tits, but it was 60 and raining in LA of all places, and cold hands are a no no. I sit on my hands to warm them... she undresses me and gives me the sloppiest most aggressive blowjob I have ever had. I cum in her. She was a good-looking woman in jeans and a white t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, but it was obvious that Maddy’s red hair was inherited from her mother. However, her mom’s hair was not as rich, a bit browner than red, more of an amber. ‘Would you mind, Matt?’ this came from Dad, looking out for me as always. Dad knew I hated when Mom assumed I’d be more than happy to do whatever they told me. Dad had run a comb through his hair, but next to Maddy’s dad, he still looked.