“Let’s not forget to play it safe. You are the man of the house, but I am still your aunty. You cum in me last night already and I am still prayin... that I don't get pregnant from that. I can’t risk getting pregnant with my nephew’s baby.” Mamatha aunty said with a firm voice.“Uncle doesn’t fuck you with a condom.” I answered.“Well, your uncle is not my nephew. Now stop complaining and let me sit on your cock. My pussy is already dripping wet and I need you inside me.” Mamatha aunty. She giggles with excitement and places her hand on his thigh to squeeze in return.They order breakfast - eggs, sausage, toast, and stacks of pancakes to follow, with plenty of butter and warm syrup Emma requests. She leans and kisses Donald on the cheek and tells him she will be right back; she needs something from the car.Donald nods, but he is getting semi-hard now, and Emma is beginning to squirm, so he is not sure why she stops their finger play right now. But she is soon back with a. Did you see-?” “Yeah, I saw those two hung, hunky men fucking you. I guess you like swinging dicks too,” Alana smiled and stalked towards Liza. “But I know that even a hot, hard, thirty minute fuck isn’t enough for you. You need more, and you need me to make you cum this time.” Liza groaned as her girlfriend slid her hand up against her recently-fucked pussy, and ground herself against it. She was exhausted from Damien’s fuck, but Alana was right, her slut cunt gushed some more, getting excited. ‘Who told you I wanted a make-over?’ Marta had been the one to step forward and tell her. With her hair pulled back neatly, tightly, into a chignon, brainy black plastic glasses, and a skirt suit that made Dez’s look like trash, she was formidable. She clicked efficiently with her heels, towered, took up space, pursed her red-black lips and narrowed perfectly lined and mascara’d eyes, crossed long, stockinged legs. She looked femme, of course. She had to be straight, as the show billed.