She looked spectacular! I had on denim shorts, white socks, sneakers and a t-shirt. We walked around for a while, talking and sometimes holding hands....Eventually we found our way off the path and sat down by a big tree. It didn't take long for us to start making out and some heavy petting. We stroked each others' legs, and I also played a bit with her fabulous tits over her shirt. She hadn't worn a bra that day.Soon Randy was rubbing my hard-on through my shorts. We looked into each others'. Clutching the bra in my hands, I stroked it a little. The bra was white silk and fringed with lot of lace. I wrapped one of the cups around my hardon tightly, feeling that the fabric was still warm, and then started stroking. I gladly took the panties to my face, since they weren’t my mom’s I really enjoyed the smell. I laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of thrusting my cock through my Aunt Sheila’s warm bra, imagining what it would be like to shove my cock between her tits for. Then with passion I had never known, kissed me, devoured my lips. She guided my hand towards her legs and encouraged me to go further up underneath her skirt where I found absolutley nothing but soft, damp skin. Needing no more encouragement I moved my fingers all over her pussy but not on her growing clit. Her sighs became longer and louder. At the same time her hand had slid up my shorts and was slowly but firmly gripping my rock hard cock. All of a sudden without any warning, she came. It. ” Connie announced. Gary was her husband of twenty-four years. Kara glanced up from hanging another lasso.“Why is that?” She asked.“Because I haven’t agreed to suck his dick in twelve years.”Kara laughed and Connie did too.“Not to say he hasn’t asked.” She continued. “Nightly.”I tried to stay out of the conversation. I knew only too well the price I was going to pay for Connie’s sacrifice. In fact, I was originally going to let her off the hook, mostly agreeing to the finale out of pity for.