The third week we began to go farther. He would open my blouse and kiss my breasts and press himself up against me. We would rub on each other and tea...e each other senseless. I am sure he had to take many cold showers at this point.During week four we began to take things further. While kissing one night he started rimming the edge of my panties. Slowly he ran his hand inside my panties and then he started stroking me. This made me really hot. Curiously I began to rub him through his jeans. He. It was nice to see a happy man these days. Then the Mayor interrupted with more letters to type. Soon she was busy with them. She concentrated more on the content nowadays. The Mayor seemed to be caught somehow in the middle of a deal that had gone south.Teddy was poking around asking about the whorehouse – indirectly. Unfortunately, this had gotten the attention of some real gangsters who didn’t want questions to be asked. When they found out he was just a local boy without ‘connections’, he. Nodding, I bend down to pick you up again, as before, but instead of pinning you against the wall, we step outside of the shower, and I place you on the counter top so you can lean back against the mirror and enjoy the view of my cock entering you. As you observe your lips spreading to accommodate my girth I reenter you, wishing I never had to be anywhere but inside of you, my dreams coming true and already thinking about nothing more then wanting to do it again when this inevitably ends. As it. " What I want isn't boring," she said softly. "In fact it could be interesting, very interesting." Show me." Mmm we are impatient aren't we?" I'm always impatient where my favorite aunt's concerned."We walked up the winding staircase together and into the master bedroom."This is it." She smiled and gestured to a black lace basque laid out on the bed. There was a pair of sheer black panties and matching stockings next to it."I need help doing it up. Do you think you can do it?" I'm not sure, but.