I felt an uncontrollable urge to resist the invading finger but she was not tobe denied access and I felt a hand pressing the small of my back onto th... tableas her finger pushed against the resistance once more."Just relax," she said. "You're going to love this, as long as you don't fightit."Now her finger slid into my ass. She was right, it felt great. Strange butgreat. My cock was really starting to stand up and take notice now.Her finger slid further and further in, I felt each knuckle joint. I looked out the big window and put the sculpture right in the middle of the room. ‘It’s all yours now,’ I told him. ‘Nooo,’ he repeated. Anna giggled and let go of his cock. ‘I want you to show us what you do when nobody’s home.’ He turned red, but moved towards the sculpture. Anna smiled and reassured him. I told him, ‘Take your pants off and put it between the tits – isn’t that what you usually do?’ He didn’t say anything and straddled the sculpture. His big cock with just enough room. I liked my Aunt Winifred to the point of a schoolboy crush on her petite upper-class body that was invariably clothed in the latest fashions and with an appreciation for my tennis skills that included her watching me play and taking me for drinks at every opportunity. I know we made an odd couple with me being still a teenager at nineteen and her being in her mid-forties.Aunt Winifred was often referred to as “Her Ladyship” because of her deceased second husband, a judge of some standing and. It smelled of Ivory soap, mmmm. I tasted his bulbous tip and began to take his manhood in my mouth. I was in heaven, it seemed I was in a slow motion sexually charged haze. I tasted every inch he had to offer and loved it. The bathroom door did not have a lock on it but that was the least of my worries. Zack was busy making burgers so he was busy. My mind was wandering and I did not care about any thing else but Kevin. Would he stop me and say, “What the hell are you doing?” He had to be about.