” Sarah called Brenda to set up a time for their threesome on Tuesday night. “Why don’t you come for dinner around six,” Brenda suggested. “...y the way, I don’t know what you women did to Jack on that yacht, but he hasn’t stopped smiling since he got home. He refuses to tell me anything about it, saying you would show me.” “Trust me! We are in for a night of sex! Samantha and Margaret have him primed to perform, as he has never performed before.” “I can’t wait!” Brenda said, “See you tomorrow. ’ She took a long drink from her cup. The coffee was already cooling. She looked up at him. His face changed as she looked at it. Was it disappointment or relief? She couldn’t tell. She turned and wandered back through the kitchen to the laundry. She tossed the clothes into the washer and listened. The old house creaked at his heavy footfalls. It hadn’t had such heavy steps on the second floor in a long time. She tried not to cry. She fixed a second cup of coffee and caught her breath before. A few second later I heard the creaky door slide open and I could hear her walking in. I was already soaking wet and I can only imagine I looked like a wet dog when she slid the curtain open. I must have had a goofy face because she let out a giggle as she stepped into the shower. She was topless and she only had her panties on. I’d never seen a naked woman before. I had seen a tit or two in movies but here was my aunt in the flesh and I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her milky tits were already. She was laying there in just a tight clinging tank top and the sexiest little thong. As she must have moved around on the bed it slid its way up and had pressed itself in between her puffy pussy lips and I could almost see everything the good lord had given her. She was laying there with her head barely on the pillow right at the end of the bed and the only thought going through my mind was going in and slapping my growing harder and harder cock across her face and getting my hands all over.