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She stopped abruptly and turned in my arm to bury her voluptuous breasts with their hard, red nipples into my chest with her face hidden in her palms. She was engulfed with a bout of shyness while I put my arms around her and slowly massaged her back to reassure her it was okay.Taking her time to recover, she put her arms around my neck and reached up to kiss me on my lips. Just before our lips met she said, ‘You knew my breasts were out and you were parading me all over town. Now you will have to pay the price for that. After I finish kissing you, I will turn around to face the boys and you from behind me without obstructing their view, will slowly feel my breasts first, play with my nipples and then without any hurry cover me up before I take another step towards the restaurant.’Her kiss was the briefest of kisses she ever planted on me. She turned around to face the group of youngsters, proudly displaying her breasts, waiting for me to start fondling her. I decided to delay a bit. "Like that?"Aunt Marie nodded. "Trust me?" Of course. With my life. You know that." I know. But I want you to relax for a second and don't make a scene. Ok?"I didn't know where she was going with this, but I nodded.My aunt reached down between us, and I felt her hand slide into the leg of my shorts, searching out and finding my stiffness. She tugged it forward gently, then I felt the material of my shorts move aside, and our connection was skin on skin. She wrapped her warm fingers around my shaft, and held me in place while she sat down in my lap, my aching cock between her legs, pressing back against her soft crotch.She ground her hips in a bit, her hand pressing my hardness against her crotch. Then she closed her legs, and I peeked around her to see the head of my cock, playing peek-a-boo, between her soft pale thighs.She leaned back against me, then deliberately wrapped my arms around her body, one around her waist, the other just below her tits. She leaned her head against mine..
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