I said her name, Charlotte, and I gasped and moaned. She began gasping too and said my name and how I felt so good inside of her. She took my hands fr...m her hips and pinned them above my head by leaning her arms and her body weight on them, effectively pinning them to the loveseat. She continued to grind and ride my cock, gasping and moaning, lost in a pleasure that she only knows. I too, was in such pleasure, I could barely speak. I just sit there and let her go crazy on me. She kept on. “Hello, I’m Patrick Fisher, I just wanted to say hi and good luck in the final.”“Hi Patrick, my name is Jack Owens, good luck to you too.” I stuck out my hand which he shook, not even trying to crush my smaller hand in his own.Once the ten minutes were up, we were called out onto the ring. We bowed to our referee and then each other. We were ready to fight. This final bout was to be two rounds of two minutes, this was going to be a hard bout, as I was going to be defensive for a much longer. With every movement, some water sprinkled on my face. It was as good as her standing in just bra and panty, my dick was back up again pushing against my underwear.I left her home soon after that. While walking back home my head was flooded with thoughts. I was very sure that she has started making moves, though I was confused how it happened suddenly. But I couldn’t believe my luck and I decided to play along.In the coming days, auntie’s behavior remained the same. She was much more open with. .. just play it by ear, I guess ... no marks though, maybe best if you take your lead from me ... ah ha ... yeah definitely! ... okay baby, see you tonight ... ooo, is that a promise? ... well good, 'cos I'm feeling horny as hell ... yeah, we can talk about it some more ... mmm, have a bit of a giggle ... yeah okay sugar, whenever ... see ya."Melissa hung up and smiled, thinking about Derek lying paralysed and helpless in his hospital bed. She'd never loved Derek, of course, not even liked him.