"But I know how it feels," she sighed, remembering the stiffness when a guy worked his cock into her. She lifted the hem of her dress now and dug unashamedly between the lips of her pussy. She was smoldering, dripping with sex. She touched her clit gingerly and then not so gingerly. The pink nubbin darkened with blood and pressed out of the hooded fold that protected it. Then Ronnie curled a middle finger up against the muscled vortex that was the beginning of her vagina. With her ups pulled back from her teeth, she speared her long nail into the wet heat. She smothered the cry on her lips, holding her breath until she had two fingers inside her pussy. Then her eyes focused on the scene on the bed.

Aunt Roslyn's ass rose and fell with a steady, grinding rhythm. She covered Mark's face with kisses and he tried to keep up. But it was obvious that her passion was taking him by surprise. She was ravishing him, kissing his small male nipples, raking her fingers over his chest and ass. Up and down her pelvis went, the big muscles of her thighs swollen out with excitement.

"You beautiful boy," she moaned, wiggling her pubes down against his abdomen. She straightened her legs out behind her now, worked them between Mark's thighs. He surrendered willingly. His own body was jerking and pumping but Ronnie could see that he was truly overwhelmed. And happy to go along with it. She rubbed her own slippery pussy with a steady in-and-out motion now. She'd forgotten about the Nikon. It dangled from one hand while she petted the feverish folds of her cunt with the other. She could feel her juices dripping down both legs now. Her ankles tickled where the drops clung before wetting the straps of her sandals.

"Ohhhhhh darling," Roslyn gasped, "Isn't it wonderful!"