Once she arrived in front of me, I didn't need to shift her tulga as it was already hanging around her waist and resting enticingly just above the contours of her enormous mature buttocks. With a firm grip, I encircled her waist with my arm, drawing her irresistibly close until her body snugly embraced mine.
Extending my hand downwards, it ventured beneath her abundant inner thighs, brushing against her drolling vagina lips. In a gentle but firm voice, I directed Aunt Greta, "Lift your left leg higher," and to my delight, she complied without hesitation.
With her arms encircling my shoulders, she elevated her left leg, her knees reaching for the heavens before finding a gentle perch on my back and the rest of her body found support on mine.
