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He filled his mug with coffee and heated it in the microwave. While the coffee was heating, he checked the front door. Today, the chain was off, so they must have left that way. Did that mean that from now on the real girls would be the Nikki and Kim who had sex with him and not the girls who hardly knew he existed? Guess I'll find out.In the bathroom, he found a variety of lotions, makeup, and other female necessities, Nikki's things she had missed the other day. He didn't remember seeing them when he went to the bathroom this morning. Didn't he notice them or weren't they there then? That must be how the K-Y got here, the same way Nikki's things appeared.He took a nice long shower, working up a thick lather, getting a good wash, not that he felt dirty about anything they had done. With the warm water flowing over his body, he thought about Uncle Andy.Uncle Andy lived in Las Vegas and was a small time hustler and gambler. And then, more than six months ago, late at night, on a rural. She kept me hard and excited as we finished the food then settled back. She had a big grin on her face and leaned back scooting her butt down as she sipped her wine then I heard her kick off her other shoe and used her feet to spread my legs, pushing on my knees, sliding up my thighs to my crotch. Feeling both of her feet pressed against me like that, trying to wiggle inside my shorts drove me wild again. She would get my cock between her feet, kicking gently as she stroked me between them. Then she pushed one foot under my balls, put the other on my cock and stroked me with the sole, pushing and releasing, sliding along it as the toes on the other foot pushed up against my balls and wriggled toward my ass and it took her one minute to make me cum doing that. I grabbed her foot again, clapping my thighs together and saw her wince as my hand squeezed. My other hand gripped the table edge and I intended to tear it in half. I felt like I could and I kept pulsing as she kneaded me. "Holy.
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He was surprised to find himself above the garage where the aunts kept their car. The vehicle had been the pride of their late father; he had been kept it in immaculate condition and it was very rare for it had a sky light which was almost unheard of in cars of this vintage, but that wasn't what attracted his attention it was that there was a figure sprawled on the back seat. He retreated to the ladder and descended and quietly moved into the garage. He had picked up the old musket, not that it was of any practical use, but a gun is a gun and he was expecting an intruder, instead he found the 'drink problem' Aunt. She was sprawled on the back seat - totally out to it an empty liquid bottle was on the floor. He went around to the other side and opened the door. She virtually took up the entire seat. He smiled for in the position she was her dress was well up her legs, legs that were lily white and rather plump and slightly spread, spread enough so that her pink panties were on.

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