Then she snatched the vegetable from my hand, stuffed it back in the fridge, and gave me a look that said, “Shut the fuck up, you didn’t see anything”. Her question took a moment to register, as I couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. She bit down instinctively, and I grabbed a fistful or her hair in pain. As the fog of my orgasm cleared I noticed Clara wasn’t crying anymore. My cock gave a twitch when I thought about the fact that I just poked my sleeping naked aunt with my hard manhood. Just thinking about Clara was giving me a thrill and my hardon returned with a vengeance. I stubbed my toe and cursed, regretting letting myself falling asleep. This is just making things worse! With my hand still on her mouth and the other around her waist, I lifted her up and began cupping her breasts in my free hand.
