She wondered what the concept of "home" possibly could mean to her. Was "home" in Illinois, where she had her dorm room and her studies? Was it New Je...sey, where she grew up and her estranged family lived? Was it the Dominican Republic, where her grandparents still lived? Or was it perhaps somewhere further back, in a land of her more distant ancestors? But then, if so, which ancestors? The ancestors from Spain? The ancestors from Africa? The ancestors from the Caribbean? What was "home" to. “That’s right.” He said as he slid his now fully erect cock from between her tits, moved down her body and slid it into her pussy. Amber gasped as he slid all the way inside her. At this point her pussy was so well lubricated from all the cum inside her.“Now start flicking your clit bitch. And don’t forget who your daddy is.”“Y..yes daddy” she stammered as she hesitantly reached down and slowly started massaging her clit.Thug 3 began thrusting deep inside Amber as she was massaging her clit. At. Aunt makes you sound too young and me too old.”They ordered drinks and were only halfway through them when the waiter brought a second round. “Compliments of the two gentlemen,” he said, pointing to the bar.Aunt and niece looked over to the bar and saw a pair of elderly men smiling at them. The two looked sixty-five if they were a day. Or older. Jennifer said to Margaret, “Now where have I seen them before? They sure look familiar.”Margaret thought a moment before she had the answer. “I. Liked cooking. Marginal Methodists, me more so than her. She says I should come to church with her to see how things are changing “We’re all welcome,” and mentions her women’s chorus. You don’t have to sing that well.I recall “I am Woman,” but admit that I probably wouldn’t fit in, to which she says it’s open to anybody who considers herself inquisitive.As we clear the dishes, Luke again brushes against me, but more up and over than at school. I think his mother notices, but maybe I’m.