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Re-living a long-held fantasy of my Auntie, on her couch we first made love on. She was 42, I was 18. That partâs true. The fantasy is coming to visit her again in the middle of the day with her husband at work, and her son in school. I see her through the front window on her couch trying to rub one out. Aroused even more, I quietly slip in the back door, remove my shoes, and walk to the living room, where I see her, now fervently rubbing her pussy. I whisper: âIâm here.â She jumps and shrieks. âMay I join you?â She responds, after getting over the surprise. âYes, Sugar (her pet name for me) I was just thinking of youâ