<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, Master Bedroom</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Reese</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/24c9ce5270fb74fe0572748e9def1c46/tumblr_o5ho4vd03o1rcrc2qo5_400.jpg)</div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I believe..." The words were measured, the syllables lengthened, the meaning hidden and apparent all at once. "... nature forbids me..." My voice has an electricity to it, soft in tone and heady with innuendo. "... from being a good boy..." But it is here that I prove I am more a bad man, nestling in close, much too close, to your sumptuous curves. "... and helping you solve both your problems, auntie" That last word is a scythe through the notion of propriety. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>My eyebrow lifts in amusement as I feel you closer your chest at my back and your cock, hardening into my ass and I can feel it throbbing and hot even beneath my dress. "Well...."I say clicking my teeth with my tongue. "Good thing I don't like...."I turned my head slightly my eyes spearing yours the look playful, teasing. "Good Boys." I licked my lips then and pressed my ass seductively against your throbbing erection.<br/><br/>My skin tingles with each pass of your fingers and I almost wished you would sink them beneath the low decolletage of my dress, I had gone without a bra again and I could feel my nipples harden with arousal straining against the silk fabric. Even I could tell that you were in perfect position, my body prone and posed over the suit-case, you pressed so deliciously against me and the atmosphere thick with sex. My pussy was dripping, so much so that my thong was soaked and juices started their slick slide down my thighs.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So wrong," I murmur at your ear whilst my hips grind into your body. "Mmm, you're thicker than Chanel." An open-mouthed gasp makes it difficult to mask how much I like that. Women who starve themselves to fit into size zero dresses were good for the spotlight, perhaps. But they cannot make a man go wild. "Nice, curvy, full-bodied. Oh yes, that's just perfect." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I laugh..The sound just like my body full-bodied and deep like a cello, and I purr a little the sound small and in my throat, just a rumbling as I feel my hips responding to your grinds. "Only if you want it to be." I whisper shifting my eyes quickly to the computer then back again loving how my body arouses you. "Yes Nephew..."I say rolling my head slightly. "I do keep my curves in place."<br/>