She was too polite to refuse my question so she shyly said that she doesn’t feel like a good woman these days. I asked her, “How could that be?”...he would not look at me as she said, “He does not do me like a wife anymore.”To clarify I asked, “He does not want sex?”She nodded, relaxing, “I do not know why. I need it greatly.”I faced her and put my hands on her shoulders. BTW she is quite short and a bit plump in the Desi tradition. Her native dress did not hide her large baby bump or her swollen. The door shut and the next thing I heard were foot steps coming into my bedroom. All kinds of things raced though my head as my stranger got closer. Hmmm he groaned as he saw my naked male body in front of him. I heard the belt being undone and him stepping out of his pants. Then I two firm hands spread my cheeks. I could feel his hot stare as he looked at my tightly puckered rosebud. "nice and tight" he said. He kept y cheeks spread and placed his semi hard cock length wise in my. "Go ahead and sit down, sweetie." Aunt Joan titlted her head toward thechair. "Lasagna tastes as good cold as it does hot, but the asparaguswon't." To my relief, the applause died when I sat down and Corina slid mychair in for me.Terri reached across the table, picked the paper napkin up from beside myplate, and dropped it in my lap. "You look so cute in Cori's teddy beartop, Bobby. It's a shame Mom couldn't find the matching skirt." Theresa Anne Moreno." Aunt Joan's glare could have melted. All it took was one kiss. Kneeling down I parted her lips with my own, slipping my tongue between her folds deftly and finding her own hot, wet tongue. My hands instictively caressed her breasts through her shirt and adeptly unhooked her bra and quickly found her hardened nipples. She said nothing as she sat in my chair partially clothed and fully aroused. Her eyes said everything when I released her kiss. This was going to happen. Grasping her arm below the wrist I placed it on my cock and.