Suddenly there was no work, no long day, no time at all, only that moment and her. My eyes trace down her skin. The curve of each firm, luscious breas... catches the light, hypnotising as her chest rises and falls. She is laying there, in nothing but dark red satin underwear with black lace trim and a matching bra that only barely contained those breasts.My eyes keep going, passing her chest, down over her stomach, the arch of each hip bone emphasised by the shadows they cast, over the satin and. I had jerked off guys before and the head was usually like a dollop of ice cream on top of the “cone” of my hand. When I held his in the kitchen, there was a good inch, and more, added in between my fist and the head.I only had actual fucking sex about 6 times, given my share of blowjobs to avoid “the deed”, and had been finger-fucked a bunch of times. I really hoped he still intended to go down on me, even though he didn’t need to “bald” me with his tongue, lips, and teeth. I had one steady. I closed my eyes as I felt her warm mouth slip over my dick and slowly slide down. Her mouth was wet and warm. She slowly bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Her tongue danced around the head of my dick. My balls tingled and I felt and orgasm coming on.Aunt Kate, sensing my pleasure stopped short and stood up. She climbed up onto the bed. She placed one foot next to my head then the other foot on the other side. I looked up at her. I looked at the slit of her bald pussy as it ran between. Her eyes opened slowly as they almost held me in focus.I grabbed her foot and tugged. "Come on, baby, times-a-wasting and you have a busy morning." Wha...?"I picked up my watch from the nightstand and looked at it. I didn't dare look at her again as she entered into a slow stretch that I swear she had patented to drive me insane. "You have fouteen minutes to get ready before your escort gets here."Her eyes jumped into focus and she glared at me. "What the hell were you doing last night,.