Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into ...er brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the sleepless night. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly. Lora called his cell phone and it went to his voice mail so, she said " Tommy call me please son, give me a call. I love you Tommy I really do with all my heart so please call me, I need to talk to you." I grabbed the phone when she ended her call and called my house having my aunt pick up saying " What the fuck are you two doing over there I ask you?" Fuck, what in the hell did Tommy say? I said " Good morning to you too aunty. How's your morning going?" I guess that was the wrong way to start. My lips were just sucking and enjoying all of her milk. She did allow me to play with her breasts. I would suck one nipple and then I would rub and massage her other breast.Aunt Rebecca was working her fingers deep in her pussy. My aunt was turned on by me sucking her breast milk out of her heaving breasts. She was finger fucking her wet vagina faster and faster. I continued to suck and enjoy her breast milk that was coming out. Aunt Rebecca let out a scream and began to orgasm. Her fingers. And about those hips: They were noticeably wide, like a woman's, and also testing his wardrobe thanks to a pronounced, round, unmissable ass. Each cheek jiggled as he ambled up the path. He reached for his waistband as his pants struggled to cover his ass crack. I had to follow him in.After allowing him enough of a head start to appear inconspicuous, I walked into the restroom. The urinals were empty. He had opted for the single stall, where he was doing his business. Dammit. I strode to the.