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Carl knew that he had to tread a very fine line between licentious behavior and considered pleasure and not take advantage of the opportunity to meet the needs of his aunt, Joan Hansen. She had moved in with his mother, Doris Moore after they had each gone through wrecking divorces. Work alone was of no real comfort to either of them, but his attentive ways had been pursued with both of them, although natural restraint at being coaxed to be with Doris had affected the outcome and their relationship with it. He had known of lust and affection with each of them, but real sharing of the heat with Joan alone.Joan’s mane of thick curly white hair with strands of grey framed a smiling unlined face, its luxuriance like a halo when it caught the sun. He’d become besotted with her captivating smile, the pearly stud earrings she never kept from wearing, her full-breasted figure, broad hips, and long legs that her choice of work wear could not conceal from his appraising glances. He lusted after her and was glad to catch Joan’s bewitching smile when she would find him looking her way. It acknowledged the hunger that she felt in her body too. Love, or was it lust, did not seem to fade with the passing of the years and she had succumbed to him and his claims upon her that first time, and afterwards. That flame was not to be quenched so easily.Joan had spoken out, in a moment’s candor, about the devasting breakup of her marriage. His words of consolation were followed by an embrace, a furtive kiss, and then the stumble into an affair that could only ever be pursued when he called in on them. His skills in electrics and construction work enabled him to make a home for her within a home, the large house too big for Doris alone. His work as an IT engineer paid the bills. What he had done and continued to do for Joan in fashioning her apartment, and helping with the transporting of furniture that she bought and then worked on, kept them close and in each other’s company.Doris’s sprawling house had been successfully converted into both a home and a place of work that was some twelve miles from Des Moines. The neighboring houses and lots weren’t so far away so they did not feel isolated, and there they could each pursue their distinct business interests and still be supportive of each other. That bond had held good despite her almost being caught, in flagrante, with him, but that event had only opened the door to happenings that no one else ever got to learn of and concerning the three of them. He could readily admit that he was an energetic and accomplished giver of fleshy solace that defied all that had gone before between them.‘What others don’t know can’t hurt them,’ he murmured but it was louder than intended. He drove over the roads that rose and fell gaziantep manken escort through prairie fields ready to be cropped, over a boarded bridge, and past woodlands that would bring them to Joan’s home.“That’s true, hon’,” Joan smiled across the space between them, her voice soft and melodious. He had offered to help deliver two finished pieces of painted furniture, the two items squeezed into his ever so smart Jeep Cherokee, its black paintwork gleaming. “You’ve been good to me in helping get those pieces delivered and to bring the next one back. It’s a miracle we squeezed it in!”“I intend to buy a trailer, a covered one so that we can pick up more things. You’ve got me looking out for pieces too, now, and Evelyn wants something you’ve worked on, for our place. It all goes to helping us be together.” He confessed to it all as he glanced her way for only a moment. The woman beside him, even in those dungarees, sure wound his clock.She knew from that look upon her what was again at work in him. She reached across the space between them and stroked his lean, shaven face, then through his spikey brown hair. They kept breaking all the rules, but they were into each other and all that had been and continued to be discovered. His white T-shirt fitted snugly on his toned arms and his faded jeans shaped strong thighs. She, the older woman cast aside by her ex, knew all about him now.“What?” Carl smiled, looking again for only an instant at her. Even in washed-out work dungarees worn with a navy-blue blouse, the white floral print crisp and eye-catching, Joan carried off the style. The customers they had called on had seemed unbothered by her appearance. Joan’s clothes were clean and her make-up was enough to show that she cared about that.“I just like being with you and working together,” she replied. “You seem to make time to help me, in everything.”“I don’t seem to do that, I do it. Besides, I’m not expected at my real work until early evening. We can be together for a while longer…and if Doris is not at home when we return.”“What others don’t know won’t hurt them,” she repeated as the wheels of his car rumbled on the driveway of Old Prairie Place, its white-boarded elevations sharply outlined against the blue sky.It was the motto they now lived by, and they weren’t so demanding of each other that anyone new, who might come into her life, would change. They lived for the moment and he, deceitful as it was in what he thought and felt about what was happening to him whenever he was in Joan’s company, still went home to Evelyn.Joan shifted in her seat, the safety belt tightening across her body and shaping her breasts as she answered her iPhone.“Hi, Doris…yes, we’ve just gaziantep masaj yapan escort got home.” She gripped his arm to detain him as Carl sought to open his door. “We’ve brought some more work back and we’re about to unload…” Joan fell silent but gave him a soft suggestive smile. “That’s too bad, sis…if we’d known we could have helped out.” Joan held her iPhone away. “She’s broken down…”“Does she want me to…?” he began but Joan deliberately pressed fingers to his lips and silenced him.“Well, if you’re sure? I’m glad the repair’s not going to take too long. I’ll expect you then…yes….bye!”Joan pressed her phone to her lips and laughed softly. She then looked his way. “If we’re quick in unloading my new work, we’ll have some time to be together, really together…”“Like this and doing this?” he grinned, needing no encouragement to lean in across the space between them and to kiss her, his right hand soon drifting up to brush against the front of Joan’s dungarees. “You sure look good, whatever you’re wearing.”“Make me feel that way too,” she kissed, fumbling to tug free her scarf that held her hair in place. It had lent her a stylish look that she could now forsake, seeing as she was with him, and Carl only too involved with her once more and the prospect of sharing the heat.“I intend to do that, but we’re taking a chance again…”“That’s what makes it special.”“I guess that’s so. Makes no sense keeping it a secret from each other.”Joan pointed in the direction of the doors to the small barn that had been turned into her office and workshop, the white paint on its boarded walls flaking off and lending the building a settled appearance that blended in with the surrounding trees and wild shrubbery.“The sooner we get the stuff inside the sooner we’ve got time for ourselves.”2Joan inflamed his senses to the point of being obsessed with her fleshy attraction. She knew how to love and had done so uninhibitedly and read him like an open book. Out of her bed, they got along, and he enjoyed her company, marveling at Joan’s skills in transforming a redundant piece of furniture back to life and making it only too saleable. She had money, the divorce some time ago seeing to that, but under the veneer that was her vivacity there also lurked the hurt of having been rejected. Doris had been around the same loop of life, but in her burned a more resilient flame, and that Joan’s raging demands of him, in and out of her bed, made clear.“There’s no rush…her car needs mending and then she has to drive back home!” she groans and shivers under his lingering caresses, her mind, and body possessed with what will be shared, the breathless urgency to be felt in their kisses.“I’m not worrying gaziantep masöz escort about that but sharing it all with you…all of it! You’ve become a drug that I don’t want to kick.”“But we may have to do that,” she ventured but hoping that day was still far off.“Later…we’ll talk about that later if we must!”She is naked in his arms, and he shudders on feeling those wonderful and heavy breasts cupped in his hands. He feels their weight and marvels at how shapely they remain. He lifts one, then the other, and squeezes on them gently, Joan’s hand reaching back to grip his penis as it slides over the small of her back, teasing the skin at the base of her spine. He maintains gentle caresses and loves what he sees as perfection in their weight and shape, the hardness of her nipples as his fingers gently tug on them. She shivers and reaches back, meets his deepening kisses, and squirms as his fingers trace a path over her belly and caress her slit, probing and sliding over her pussy’s lips.“You wonder…you beautiful wonder,” he murmurs, his lips pressed to her throat. “We shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I can’t stop.”“I’m goin’ to believe you…what you’re telling me. What I feel is good enough!”She leans back, shivers on feeling his breath on her throat and face, and makes it appear that her pussy’s open to his caresses. He knows from other times together what she likes. She shifts to meet each probing and slicking caress of his fingers, but she grabs his wrist to slow the pace; she doesn’t want to climax too quickly and wants to prolong these moments of foreplay and rediscovery. His other hand seems to glide over her belly and breasts, to squeeze and feel their weight, and brush in featherlight caresses over her nipples.“You bring me so much,” she murmurs appreciatively, massaging his thick pole of flesh and cupping his balls, rolling them in her agile fingers. They must feel rough on his skin, but Carl’s in thrall to what she is doing and brings to his sight and touch. That much she already knows.“Just as you do,” he kisses, his hands moving to her fleshy buttocks and drawing her against him. “Is it allowed, what I feel again for you and want to do?”She embraces him and sighs in deepening satisfaction at feeling his naked body against her. “No one’s going to know except us…and Doris.”Joan offers sliding caresses and kisses to his body as he moves down to kiss his length, takes its swollen tip in her mouth, and has her tongue tip dance around it, slicking the smooth tip. Each touch arouses a groan of wanton pleasure, her slow sucks making him tremble. Carl groans and grips her tangle of hair in his feeble attempts to stop her bobbing and sucking rhythm, the grip of her fingers on his sac arousing the rushes of pleasure in his belly and prick.“Jeez! That feels so good!” he groans as she has finally settled on a rhythm, her fingers encircling the base of his shaft and squeezing on it in time with her sucks and moving of her lips down over him, his penis going ever deeper into her open mouth. The swirls of her tongue, her actions on him, arouse groans of pleasure, the tensing of his buttocks as she works him. “I’ve gotta hold on!”
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