It was perfect, not bitter, but smooth. I put a little sugar in it, my wife would “not approve”, she thought coffee should be black. “Hi Drew,” came the voice of my wife's aunt breaking me out of my reverie. I looked up to see my wife’s Aunt Carol, Uncle Walt, and a third person approaching the table. I had seen her aunt and uncle several times. Some years when we were on vacation we had a meal with them. Sometimes at their home, others at a restaurant. The third person looked familiar, but I could not put a name to the face. I stood up and gave Aunt Carol a hug and shook Uncle Walt's hand. “Hello, indian Aunt Carol and Uncle Walt. It is good to see you,” I said. “Do you remember our daughter, Cindy?” Aunt Carol asked. It came back to me. I had met my wife’s cousin a couple of times. Cindy was very friendly, and very attractive. We shook hands before we all sat down at the table. Cindy sat next to me with Carol and Walt on the other side. We ordered and then chatted until the food came. While we ate I learned that Cindy had recently lost her husband to a car accident almost a year ago. Carol kept bringing the conversation back to Cindy. I began to feel amateur uncomfortable seeing this meeting as a setup. The food however was excellent as always. After we finished we left in their car to visit one of the nearby state parks. We spent several hours Fingering hiking and talking. Aunt Carol continued to bring the conversation back to Cindy. She kept dropping hints like “how lonely Cindy was” and “was I feeling lonely”. Cindy spoke very little. She almost acted like she was embarrassed to be there. We left the park and had a light lunch before playing a couple of rounds of mini-golf. Uncle Walt was an avid golfer and did far better than the rest of Hairy us. Cindy seemed to be bored and uninterested after the first round. After we finished they took me back to my car. Aunt Carol asked if I could give Cindy a ride home since it was is the direction I was going and they were going grocery shopping. Oh, she was an idiot. “Mom?” I asked her. She was cute when I was fucking her she was closing her eyes and still her tears get down with a Hairy cute small voice ahhh ahhh ahhhh and turn her face right and left with closing her eyes and one of her hands in my head Fingering and cheek and the other on my back. Eldon always looked up to his indian half-sister, but he didn’t like this new side of her that he was seeing. Behind her, Sindre and Yngvar casually tossed a lifeless corpse into the water and stooped to pick up another. I found her little clit and ran tight circles on it as she was finding a rhythm to push pressure down on my hand. Are you jealous?” then several silly emoji’s to show she was kidding. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. You must not let any of it be wasted, you must swallow Amit's penis relaxed a shade. Sharon goes to call in the lunch order. Oh amateur God” she said loudly. "Across town from here, I'll call a taxi"