We went downtown and walked around for while, found a bar and had a few drinks. I like drinking, it relaxes me. Gets me in the mood for what’s ahead... We went to the movie we are familiar with, having been there a number of times. We bought our tickets and the attendant, asked. ‘Upstairs?’ ‘Yes.’. He gave us a knowing look. This is an old theater where you go upstairs from the lobby. We got upstairs, opened a door and then a few feet further there is a curtain. We went past the curtain which. Sam noticed that and let go of the back of my head. She then began using both her hands to explore my body. First by cupping and squeezing my breasts underneath my shirt, then by sliding one hand over my belly and then underneath my miniskirt, rubbing my pussy lips and clit.Suddenly she threw me with my back on the sofa and laid on top of me, staring me straight into the eyes."You are really turning me on, little minx. Just my type, so sweet and submissive!" and after saying that she ripped. I spread my legs as far as the steering column would allow, and I thought I heard him murmur in appreciation when he discovered my soaked panties. They provided no barrier to his delicious assault, for he wove his fingers beneath them, pulling them into the crack of my ass as his wrist stretched the flimsy satin. I bucked against his hand, wanting—needing—him to fuck me with it. I may’ve begged. It wouldn’t surprise me. My head was swimming with a desire so intense that it made me dizzy. I took. Not now.”My aunt levered forward and cupped my chin with one hand.“Just lick my cunt,” she said, deliberately emphasising the word. “Make me feel good, Aaron. Then we’ll talk about me letting you fuck me.”She was staring right into my eyes, gaze boring through to my soul as she delivered the f-word. After she said it, Aunt Sadie grinned and nodded towards her pubis.“Go on,” she said with her smirk. “Get busy with that tongue. No more talking. I just want you to try your hardest and see if you.