The closet was securely locked, and there was nothing else to do, except enjoy the moment.I took her gorgeous face in my hands and kissed her. Her sof..., dark brown hair rippled through my fingers while I savoured the taste of her full lips. Within seconds I was caressing her ass under her skirt, feeling the beautiful roundness of her buttocks.“How married are you?” she asked, grappling at the front of my trousers.“Apparently not enough,” I replied softly, anticipating the warmth of her lips on. I was sniffing his wife’s panties and rubbing my stiff cock. ‘Suck me auntie,’ he said. His cock was so much thicker and longer than mine and I know Fiona loved it. I really wanted to see his cock fucking her. The thought it plunging in and out of her and making her cum really excited me and I had to stop wanking as I didn’t want to cum too soon. As she sucked him and squeezed his balls I could see her other hand in between her legs and fingering herself. Suddenly Phil was shouting, ‘oh auntie,. " Reggie got up and shouted into Flash's face. If his eyes weren't holding back tears, he would have noticed that Flash's face was turning red with anger. "You mouthing me?" Flash asked. "No." Reggie said suddenly in a meek voice as he gathered his stuff and walked away from everyone starting to laugh again. The wind started to blow his hair back as he passed the mansion that had abandoned since the owner died back in the revolutionary war. He never understood why the town didn't just turn it. "Here we are. Maddy, how many cattle you got?" 'Bout 100." Right. Looks to me like we got three bores on your land an' at least two on mine. I'd like to git them bores workin' but I'm not sure how good them windmills are." The one I started yesterday's an old IBC mill. I'm not sure but it's a 12-footer and must be 40 years old. The one we saw today is that age or a bit more." IBC?" Intercolonial Boring Company. They were headquartered in Brisbane, so everyone around when I was a kid had IBC.