I straddled him on the bed to grind my clit against his already throbbing member, hard and rigid against my silk panties. It wasn’t long before I wa... wet, and horny and aching to be fucked. Now this boy have some impressive stamina to go along with his skills (I’m not gonna lie - he fucks like a pro!), and there is only so much any girl can take before she needs a minute to regain her composure, so I allowed my swollen, throbbing pussy some time to recover. He paused for a moment so I took him. Walking around the desk with a tokuri, it's a small bulbous ceramic flask with a narrow neck, in hand. Even from this distance, the distinct scent of the rice wine reached my nostrils and conjured up more than a few associations I had with that particular smell."Sake? It's a good vintage, it might help calm your nerves" he stated, more than asked as he poured an ample quantity into my flat saucer-like cup. I didn't touch it, I didn feel like drinking. I didn't want to drink. Not right now". He did not fight her or step back at all. In fact, he seemed to push his waist forward so his unit would be easier to reach. She had never touched a man's cock before, not even a flaccid one; and now her aunt wanted her to touch a man who was full.She looked directly ahead at his bare chest, unable to look down at his manliness or up to look at his face. She looked through him, out into space, and then allowed her delicate little fingers to brush up against the side of his magnificent. She asked me if I could FaceTime with her for a few minutes? You know? To encourage her a little. Of course I accepted and immediately excused myself from the office and went out to my car for some privacy.Wendy’s FaceTime request came up on my phone as I was walking out the door and into the parking lot. As soon as I accepted the request, there was my gorgeous wife. Piercing blue eyes staring right at me.She said “hello babe ... how’s your day?” “Better now, gorgeous! You’re being rather.