Now I know better.”
I sat up and tried to talk. Porn Good girl,” she said. Since he was my uncle through marriage to my dad’s sister, his sister wasn’t actually my aunt… but since we all lived in a small town and everyone knew everyone, I called her Aunt Sarah from the time I was a tyke. The girls seemed to like that. A huge flood of her musky juice filled my mouth, mixed with the last of the cum I’d shot in her. “Ah, that’s it my sweet little girl,” she moaned. Why don’t you take my shoes off for me? The scent was almost overwhelming… thick, musky, a mixture of her natural lubricating juices, sweat and pee. She was wearing only her bra, half slip and, I figured, panties and garter belt under the slip, with black stockings… and her heels. “Yes, Ma’am,” I finally managed to say. “Answer me, girl!”
I don’t know why, but her calling me “girl” sent a chiill down my spine.
