. Wednesday? About nine-ish?’ ‘How about nine-thirty?’ Isabel countered. ‘I have to do morning checks until then.’ ‘Nine-thirty it is,’ ...r. Terrance said, leading his wife out the door. ‘Finish getting dressed,’ she said, enjoying the idea of Torrie driving her home with a strange man’s seed trapped in that wonderful ass. ———— —————– A little while later . . . ———— —————– Torrie opened the front door of the apartment Isabel shared with her with a trembling hand. Isabel had been talking the. I went over to her and she stirred "going?’ "yeah" "ok I’ll see you later" maybe I bent and gave her a peck and was out the door it was still pissing down, what the hell I was out. Walking down the street shoes in hand thinking about the night before asking myself was that real I felt my lip with my tongue oh yeah that was real enough. My neck was stinging a little but paid no attention to it, mistake. Got to the front door and fumbled for my keys and heard a voice from inside "it’s open. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Peter, I want you to cum in my mouth.”That did it. Peter could hardly believe his ears, but the prospect of actually coming in his aunt's mouth was more than he could resist. With a loud gasp he thrust the throbbing rigidity of his cock violently back up between her full red lips, groaning and grunting in complete abandon, as he released his restraints, further increasing the lewd fucking movements of his fingers into her moistly seeping pussy as he felt the dam. My fingers were just as nimble as his, but in the position we were in, my knuckles grazed the v of his abs. I got him undone, pushing against his shorts to bring them down over his ass, releasing his rock hard member to press fully against the dampness of my panties. He helped me get the shorts completely off, as our lips remained locked together.He moaned as he felt the heat and wetness along his engorged manhood. One hand returned to rub my breasts and he slowly started to grind his hips into.