She had bavk faced the door pretending to the looking for her make up kit .." mike i cant find my makeup kit " please look through the wardrope let me...check my cupboard the two things were directly opposite and again she raised her towel this time high enough to reach her stomach.. mike managed to get his eyes off then he found the box.."aunt... ... ... " he was shickdd his aunt had done iy ahin she raised her towel and her pussy was open this time her leg was on her stool and her pussy was not. Instead, she was helpless as he pounded her pussy. Paul squeezed a nipple and kissed Joan deeply, all the while stroking her pussy with his big cock. Joan could not breath. She broke off the kiss, gasping for air, straining in vain against the restraints. Then she climaxed again. She felt dizzy, so out of control and helpless. Paul was relentless in fucking her. Deep strokes followed by shallow, just the crown penetrating her until she groaned, clearly wanting his girth and length. Then he. It didn’t take much convincing to tear into each other when we got home from work. Naturally, I had a massive amount of pent up energy from my earlier shopping excursion, but it also seemed like the events of the prior weekend may have been stirring her veracious side. With her legs wrapped around my back, squeezing my dick deeper and deeper inside her, I leaned in and whispered into her ear… “I ordered those things today.” “O really?” she managed, before exuding a loud moan. “Tell me what you. “Holy shit!” she cried out, grabbing his shoulders to balance herself. The sensations rocketing back and forth between the two were indescribable. As he slowed from a frenetic series of thrusts down to a respectable rhythm, he looked up to watch her: eyes closed, face contorted into an expression that defied replication. It was total, utter lust--passion fueled and driven by the spontaneity, the anonymity, the exhibitionistic nature of this coupling. He wanted nothing more than to make her.