“Oh, that man over asked if you were her. Sorry, don’t blame me. I’m just the messenger. Please don’t get mad. Trish Maynard, by the way. Plea...e don’t get me in trouble!” she pleaded, feeling very scared.“Why would I get mad?” Tara asked, very confused.“Tara Harmon?” a man now approached her, wearing a sports jacket, slacks, and a turtleneck.“That’s me,” Tara gulped.“You’ve been served,” the man coughed, “With apologies. I know that the holidays are an awful time to get served.”Tara looked very. She was the one who paid the rent for her jobless father-in-law and fixed him his meals with absolutely no appreciation at all. Mitzi was just happy that he didn't pester her for sex and did silly things like getting his jollies watching the over-sexed neighbor lady bend over an ironing board wear just a skimpy thong. She liked to wear a thong too because she liked the way it rubbed on her brown eye when she walked or even just when she turned to the left or to the right. Right now it was. " She moaned as she reached down and began to stroke my cock. She stood up and took her bikini bottom off then spread her legs allowing me to get a good look at her pussy. She was so wet that her pussy was shiny. She had a small landing strip of red pubic hair. I reached down and started to rub her pussy coating my fingers and hand with her juices. I dipped my finger inside of her and started to finger her pussy. She moaned and pulled my finger out. She then climbed back on top of me. Her pussy. I got up and began tostrip. The light from the hallway gave my aunt a nice spot light as I removedall my clothes except for my underwear. My cock was at full mast and must havemade a nice silhouette because I heard my aunt gasp a little. I jumped backinto bed a little closer to my aunt then before. We only had two pillows andshe had stacked them up on her side. “You stole my pillow” I whispered. “Its okay we can share” She whispered back. I made my way over to her and wrapped my arm around.