“Aaahhhh. Xxnx . …Ooohhh. . …yes yes yes yes. . …Oh YES!” She panted then gasped as she gripped my shoulders and crushed her swinging tits against my face. “Yes.” I replied. I’d known her most of my life and she was the polar opposite of my Mum as she was always up for a laugh, plus she openly swore in
general conversation and on their occasional nights out got very drunk and I had overheard Mum tell Dad that she flirted with other men much to my Mum’s embarrassment. I spunked into a sock inside two minutes which was a bit of a record, bearing in mind I hadn’t cracked one out for nearly three days. “Not bad for an old ‘un, am I?” She chuckled as she moved into a couple of modelling poses.
