Chapter 1708 My Pussy Burns With Desire:>Ep2
- I deluded myself, as I changed into a black figure hugging short dress with a plunging neck line, that was rather on the revealing side, that I was just doing so to find out if men were still interested in me, without of course any intention of seducing my own sweet nephew. The dress was bought for me by Harry to wear around the house when there was only the two of us and not something I would have dared wear out of the house, the dress was very tight and clingy and I decided to dispense with knickers, after all they would only get wet, and instead wore a pair of stay ups and a pair of high heel sandals. I took great care in putting on my make up and put on one of my more expensive fragrances. I was rather please with the results, at 45 I was still fairly attractive and was pleased to note that my face was still free of any major wrinkles, my body was still firm and trim without any excess weight visible. My hair, even when not dyed, did contain some grey hairs but not in great abundance and was for the most part soft to the touch and glossy.
- I walked down the sweeping staircase and walked into the dinning room, James was still upstairs and I quickly set the table and opened a bottle of wine, we regularly enjoyed a bottle with our weekend meals, and placed this on the table. Wanting to see his reaction I made myself scarce and waited for the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, knowing he would go straight into the dinning room and sit at his place opposite the dinning room entrance. I was now excited and my juices were once again churning making my vagina very wet, so much so that I could feel my juices snaking their way along my inner thighs and congregating at the ridge of my stay ups, I reached under the skirt and dipped a finger into my vagina, oh yes I was wet, plenty of juice still left in this old bird I thought, as I withdrew my finger from my Vagina and inserted it straight into my mouth, yes I still tasted sweet I was pleased to discover. I heard James’s footsteps as he came down the stairways and I allowed him sufficient time to sit himself before making my entrance with the hostess trolley.
- I walked into the room pushing the hostess trolley and without realising allowing James a very good look at my breasts, in fact they were almost out of the dress as I hadn’t thought of perhaps wearing a bra, as I looked up his mouth was wide open and he was obviously taken aback by the sight of his aunty dressed in such a slinky, revealing outfit. I spoke, “Would you like me to serve you or would you like to serve yourself James.” I almost felt like slapping my own wrist as it crossed my mind that perhaps I should have said “Help your self”.