She had ice cream, orange concentrate, butter, pork chops, lunch meat, and a loaf of bread to get home, and no way to carry it all. It was too much to...carry in her hands, and the paper bag was useless.She stood there looking at the products scattered on the sidewalk for a moment, and then burst into tears. It felt like some power above had just rung a bell of doom announcing the end of her independence. She saw herself walking into a retirement home and becoming ... old and feeble.Driving home. I lean up to your ear, intent on whispering exactly what I'd like to do to you when footsteps are heard. In an instance your gone, out the door, leaving me hot, wet, and aching for more.I catch your eye throughout the day, and the minutes are dragging by more slowly than ever. I walk into the lift, only to hear the doors shut behind me, and you're there. I press myself against you instantly as you slam me into the wall. All the day's frustration is released and your kissing me, hot lips pressed. . Please please ... haaahaaahaaa ... no more!”The sensation on my nipples was maddening. I couldn’t decide if it was more ticklish or more arousing, but I didn’t care at the time. I thrashed around wildly trying to get those wicked feathers off my sensitive nipples.Ms. Jansen secured a strap around my waist and tightened up on the chains a bit to hold me still. I wasn’t able to wiggle around so much, so the ladies had an easier time tickling their targets. I could feel my pussy dripping down. I inserted my hand from her from top inside her bra and pressed her boobs and squeezed her tits and was kissing her shoulders. I then put my other hand also and started to play with both boobs of aunty. Aunty was slowly but firmly sucking me and made blurping noise. She was secreting generous amount of saliva and making my cock wet. After some time aunty lied down on the floor and invited me on top of her. I went near and removed her bra. Its only her saree and inskirt, now. Aunty generously.