Her left hand seemed to be on my wife's knee holding it apart from her husbands thrusting body. Her right hand was pressed against my wife's shoulder ...s if to hold her in place on the bed while hubby drove his hips again and again against the soft mound at the joining of her legs. I eased my self down a bit and realized that I had a clear view of a very large cock pistoning in and out of my my wife's very wet pussy. I felt my own cock hardening as the sight of Jenny's pussy lips spreading and. I buried my head in my copy of Top Gear. As the train pulled out, she made a show out of turning the page. I lifted my head, only to notice that her legs were slightly parted and her skirt had begun to ride up her silky smooth, tanned thighs. Trying not too look like a pervert, I lifted my mag again. Again there was a loud rustle. Again I snuck a peek. Her legs were now well spread and her skirt was well up her thighs. It wasn't hard to see she was well trimmed since she wasn't wearing any. He touched me with one finger and stroked up and down as I moaned softly. Then he tenderly slipped the panties down my legs and tossed them to the floor. “Gorgeous,” I heard him murmur as he breathed his hot breath on my tight smooth-shaven virgin pussy, gleaming white in the moonlight that streaked in through the window. He used his fingers to play with my lips, then parted them and flicked my clit once with his tongue. I gasped in surprise at the sudden pleasure his touch had given me.As his. After asking everyone from uncle Lowell to Katharine whodunit, I resolved to confront my aunt about it. She was coming down to the basement soon. I’d talk to her then, I thought. Had to be a logical explanation as to why she would do such a thing, I reasoned, before going to talk to her. Bad idea. In a flash this seemingly harmless lady I had come to consider one of my favorite relatives morphed into a frightening creature. Her face turned into a mask of rage, and her eyes went cold and.