She spoke in Spanish to congratulate Rita and then turned to look at me with a big grin on her face.“We played in the World Racquetball Championship...!” she said, laughing. “You and me, Tony. We played in World’s!” It was infectious. I was laughing, too, and soon we were joined by Kate and Wendy as we headed back for the hotel. It was amazing. College kids from Nebraska and Kansas who were unknown a year ago, and we just played in the World Championships. How freakin’ cool is that?We spent the. ... I asked her what she really meant of fun. She replied that I should be knowing that am not a k**. From that i understood what she meant, as the conversation kept on going we became frank in our approach, even she didn’t hesitate asking me about my sexual experience if I had any. I said no. ( dear readers before going deep in story let me say that aunt was sexually very attractive , she was fair in complexion , nicely curved figure , specially her ass ,Her boobs I use to stare at them very. I'd like you to stay...but the rules must be different now."Okay, the marriage wasn't great--but I thought we had a modicum of happiness in our existence. Apparently I had been deceiving myself. With her income she already held most of the cards, and with a stud at her beck-and-call things were complete. It wasn't "most" of the cards she held--it was all! Or so I thought."An additional item, dear boy. For the past six months Bill's been taking me to the gym. He thinks I'm a natural for. I swiftly dip my finger into my streaming treasure and you notice my finger glisten in the moonlight, wet with my secretions. I feel your body stiffen as I gently worm my finger deep within you, your cock stiffening even more against my thigh. You groan, your voice deep, gravely and husky rumbles from deep inside your throat; you glide your shaft along my moist slit, gently teasing me feeling my fluids coating your cock in my silken sweet dew. I gasp as your shaft scutters across the nub of my.