The moment I entered her room I was literally shocked to see the sight. The gown my aunt had wore was raised above her knees and her white thighs were...clearly exposed. I decided to go back but I did not want to lose the sight.I went close to her and had a close look at her thighs. I was scared if she would wake up but my lust took over my fear. I bent down a bit in an attempt to see her panties. Aunt had a black colored panty which was not clearly visible. I tried to lift the gown but couldn’t. “No, you keep driving.” She said as she grabbed my hair and slightly pulled it. She liked to be in control and she definitely had my attention. She started kissing my neck, sucking a little and biting a little. I like it rough at times and she was eager to take me there. “Quit teasing me, if you are going to do it, just do it.” I was so ready for it, so ready for her to slide her fingers into my wet pussy. Ready to cum, ready to get home so that we could continue and so that I could taste. What was happening? What was I doing here? And why was I actually enjoying it! Although she had informed me that she did this for all her clients the reality of the situation had not hit me until now. She looked up at me now only dressed in her pink undies and high heels. She had beautiful legs which took forever to reach her well rounded womanhood. A sight to behold. What a distraction. I was hardening rapidly and was sure that she had already noticed it. There I was left standing in my. I proceeded to the kitchen where, true to her word, Danielle was busily at work making waffles, apparently from scratch. Yes, they were incredibly delicious. And better still, we could hardly keep our hands off one another throughout breakfast. The sensation of being touched through two layers of smooth, slippery satin was provocative indeed. After we had eaten, she moved behind me and reached around, slipping her left hand into the jacket, and picked up where she left off the night.