I’m sorry, Aunt Peggy. Can I have a minute? I’ll be out in a minute.”“You have a lot of explaining to do!”He took everything off, piled his ...tuff in the bathroom closet, put on pants and a shirt that he had left in the bathroom, and came out. He was bright red, partly from embarrassment, partly from arousal. He couldn’t look at her. He handed her the nightie and the bra.“Jack.” She was not yelling anymore, but still very angry. “Please tell me exactly what you were doing. I mean, I know what. He let it bounce in its freedom then touched the tip and lifted the leaked precum to his lips. He knocked on the door and waited.After a few seconds Dean opened the door wearing nothing but a towel, which was quite obviously pressing an erection down. A glance beyond told Jon what he needed to know: a pair a muscled legs hung over the edge of he bed, the owner sprawled out of sight. Dean's look of frustration quickly turned to a smile with a glint in his eye as he realised Jon was standing in. Plus her tongue, nipples and clit were pierced. Turns out her soon to be husband was a tattoo artist and she was his canvas. “I feel very lucky” she said playfully. “ one of the things I have always wanted to do but never had the chance was to be double penetrated. Closest I have come was a dick in my pussy and a finger in my ass.”We arrived at the hotel and as we rode the elevator she and Rick made out. As he searched for his room key card and unlocked the door it was my turn to feel her. I wanted to pop her.When she was ready.I nibbled up and down her labia. Her juices flowed, coating my mouth and chin. I breathed in her sweet musk. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. I stopped holding her thighs to slid my hands beneath her tight rump, cupping both her butt-cheeks.I held her tight, squeezing her, kneading her. I pulled her twat tight against my mouth. She shuddered, her thighs squeezing about my cheeks. Her moans echoed through the room. More and more of her spicy cream.