“Well, my cunt is a little sore,” she replied, her eyes lowered in shyness, but looking at his face. “But then I do have other places, don’t I...”“You know, Aunt Sarah,” Keith said slowly, cupping her tit. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know, except my own mom, and I thought you were cold.”“Cold?”“You know, no passion,” he said, twisting her nipple.“I was just shy,” Sarah answered, not wanting to go into a long explanation with her nephew now about this abrupt change in her sexual hungers.. ..until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my ear it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont want. She could leave any time, and I will not object or stop her. But while she was down in my basement she was mine!We were strangers, I assumed her desires were stronger than her common sense about strange men on transit trains. Why else would she be here? Many of my new women were exactly like her. Yvonne was a lost flower in the wind and I am about to grasp her into my firm grasp.If you had not guessed it by now, I am a dominate(dom) and Yvonne was to be my current submissive(sub). My "slave" if. If I'm right my period should be starting sometime soon. Given my luck I'd bet it starts about five minutes before you get home." Then I guess I'd better get my fill tonight. Come on, the dishes can wait" and he took her hand and pulled her along behind him to the bedroom.Gary stripped and turned to face her. She motioned for him to sit on the bed and then she did a slow and sensual strip for him. Once naked she cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples to make them stand out and then she.