We never really talked about our sex lives, but she’d told me she loved her toys and underwear.Over time I’d become friends with her husband too w...o was a great guy. We’d have dinners out and around their house together with my wife and we all got on really well.One night we’d been round at xmas and they were showing off a new camera they’d bought.Whilst my wife and her husband were talking in the living room, I went to grab a drink from the kitchen and she was there cleaning up and started. She sat in the kneeling chair, while uncle stood before her. She mounted on it, kneeling on her back; asked uncle to come upon her. Uncle looked humiliated but still sat on her wife’s lap and started kissing her. The scene explained about who wore the pants in the family. Aunty was a much muscular lady, due to which uncle looked no bizarre on her lap. Aunty held uncle from his waist and kept kissing him for more than a minute before making him sit on her strap-on and made it get inside of his. .let me hear you beg for it...' I said nothing as Charlie slowly pulled his penis back and slid it in even slower. Each time pulling his penis back till only his penile glans was lodged just inside my anus, my entire body trembled each time his huge penis pulsated. My fingers gripped the sheets as tight as possible as he punished me. After what seemed like an eternity Charlie begin to pick up the pace till he was ramming into as hard as he could. I thought that he was going to rip me apart as. I feel his other hand unzipping my sweatshirt. I close my eyes while I feel his hand getting into my shirt, touching my bare skin. He caresses my waist, travels through my ribs and up to my right breast, squeezing it softly over my bra. I gasp and look at him. His eyes are burning, mine are confused, mixing surprise, regret and pleasure. I extend my arms behind me and let my sweatshirt fall. He unfasten my bra and pull it down, still letting my white shirt. Then he grabs my nape again and pulls.