I obey, thinking I’ve teased you almost enough. I place your balls in my mouth and gently suck on them at the same time, all the while I run a finge... up and down just below them. I kiss my way up to the tip and gently wrap my lips around it. You let out an almost inaudible ‘Oh, my god’. I look up at you to make eye contact, then I take you balls deep in my throat. I remain there for several seconds while I slip a finger in your ass and start a slow and shallow pace. You’re all hot and bothered. So I watched a few of Kennedy’s videos on the laptop. That kept me hard, watching Kennedy get fucked in a multitude of different ways. I didn’t jack off much though, Kennedy would be angry if I came without her, and I'm sure I could please her more if I lasted longer when she did come back to use me.It was mid morning when I heard the door open, and I hurriedly put the laptop down waited for Kennedy. She came into the room, kicked off her shoes, and reached under her skirt to pull her panties. Mom carried slightly larger breasts with 38dd’s that always made my friend’s stare. They were both fitness freaks too which gave them flat stomachs. This especially was impressive for two women in the early 40’s (my mom being 41 and my aunt being 43).It wasn’t until I got older that I began to notice that my Aunt April’s appearance was really quite intimidating. She was the type of woman that if you caught a glimpse of her walking into a room that you would almost freeze. I remember feeling. "What about it?" she said.Um, the rubbing your pussy for total strangers for money part? "You know, after we said we were going home for the night, and I went to the peephole place, and... uh, you did too." That wasn't me," she said.Now, you have to admit that was kind of a weird thing to say. If she really hadn't been there, she would have said "What are you talking about?" But saying "That wasn't me" meant she knew what I was talking about, which meant-- what, multiple personalities? "I don't.