As the van pulled into the circular drive in front of Dean Crawford's home Ann Comeche could no longer hold her tongue."I'm the fucking Sports Informa...ion Director and knew nothing of this and was never asked for input!! I mean, it wasn't even mentioned as an IDEA! If I don't strangle the lezzie bitch today I never will." She spat out before the van doors opened."Hold on everyone, before we go in... " Joe Barber said to get everyone's attention."No sense in letting our emotions get the best of. Although not the lover that either Peter or Paul was, he had shown a willingness, born of love, to try to please her. However, as he had pointed out, Viagra was not an every night option and despite his willingness to learn, Lynn had to admit he would never be the romantic or erotic lover she craved. Of his love and the security of home and husband he afforded her, she was certain. Was that enough?The opposite extreme was Peter. Suave and sophisticated, romantic as well as erotic, he was. She told abt how she miss sex. She also told that she masturbates with her mid finger most of the days. I wanted to give her today. And slowly she removed my pant. She saw my 6.5″ cock and it was already hard. She massaged itand slowly rubbed it.I started staring at her breast. Then she pulled my hand and held on her breast and started pressing it. At 48 it was like a hard rubber ball and fitted my hand. She came closer. I lifted aunty’s night dress up to her thighs and rubbed with mine. Aunty. " ... fuck harder ... good..."It was good. Another orgasm burst inside me. I had lost count of the number. The pleasure assaulted my body. I sucked on the cock in my mouth, savoring the strange, misty taste of a spectral entity thrusting deep into my mouth." ... cum ... must cum..."The lemure fucking my pussy sped up his thrusts. He hammered them in far faster than any human male could. My cunt was assaulted by the thrusts, my flesh savoring every inch of his cock reaming my hole." ... yes ....