Just as she decided to roll to her side, slide to her knees on the floor and stand that way, Jason spoke
“Are you ok, Aunty?”
Embarrassed but amused, Helen turned to answer her nephew. Amateur porn Helen was unaware that Jason was entranced with her belly massage ritual. “Help me up,” Helen croaked. Yes, she had heard about… this. “Ben Lomond, Ben Lomond, five minutes to Ben Lomond”
Jason retrieved his backpack. “Put it in,” he groaned huskily. She pushed the zipper down, past his soaked Jockeys. “Here it is, Aunt Helen,” Jason choked, handing her the bottle. Jason would glance in at his aunt each time he went into the spare room for another box. What is happening to me? They came together. His shaved head was enormous, sitting like a block of obsidian on an almost non-existent neck. He felt her fingers tightening and relaxing on his man meat. Her head rocked back, sweating streaming from her face, her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt him release in her. What would Henry think? Helen turned into the bedroom and then struggled to get her tee shirt over her head.
