On Christmas Day Jonathan and I were dressed formally while helping to serve the Christmas Dinner. I was wearing my best black skirt, my best white bl...use and a lace-edged apron. Jonathan was wearing a tail suit and black tie. Immediately after the last course, just before the ladies retired to leave the gentlemen to their Port and cigars, Simon’s father asked the Butler to bring all the servants back into the dining room. He thanked us for our services that evening and throughout the year. All. Een paar dagen later, was het zover. ja hoor ik mijn lul loosde voor het eerst zaad. Het klaarkomen was een heerlijke ervaring, voor mij, wat een heerlijk geil gevoel. De lul van Douwe heb ik niet meer afgetrokken. Ik trok mij elke avond en dacht daar bij en oudere vrouwen met grote hang tieten. Maar daar bleef het bij, ik was nog steeds hetro. Ik woonde vlakbij Wijk aan Zee en in de zomermaanden ging ik altijd naar het strand. Een paar weken na mijn eerste zaadlozing, was ik op het strand.. I moaned like a faggot. I couldn’t help it. While feasting on my asshole she said under her breath, “There’s way more cum in here than I thought.” SLAAAAP!! “owww!!” I yellped. For a small woman she had a heavy hand.“Turn around faggot!” I sat at the edge of the bed placing most of my weight on my left ass cheek because my right one was still stinging. Stephen’s aunt stood in front of me. I noticed around her mouth glistened with saliva and cum. With both hands she reached around my. The sound of her sigh came from a long way away. I knew I was staring but couldn’t help myself. It was a compulsion to just soak up the image of her legs, a visceral uncoiling of something dark and primal inside me. My cock was hard, yearning a hollow ache, something primitive, something with an appetite. ‘Are you perving at my legs?’ she asked, with no hint of objection in her voice. The primordial tug came again, more urgent, insistent when I watched her squirm her rump on my settee, gangly.