After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to commit suicide together yesterday.Strangely enough, however, once sh... killed herself I started to feel a lot better.So I thought - sod it, I’ll soldier on.I woke up this morning at 8 and could sense something was wrong.I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing!I panicked. I didn’t know what to do.Then I remembered the local cafe serves breakfast until 11.30.Got caught having. ”He snorted, “than it was not a saint.”I nodded to myself, “probably true but not for us to say. I am going home.”He chuckled, “want me to warn you?”I shifted as I watched the street and the buildings, “about?”He laughed, “about a girl looking for you? She said something about being your wife?”I blinked as I saw the girl I had stood beside when I was thirteen. I shook myself, “did she say where she is ... Never mind I will find her.”I lifted my hand before he could make anymore remarks. I had. I’d purposefully worn a white garter belt and nude nylons along with some sandals with a bit of a heel. Georges didn’t miss anything when I showed some leg or a little of something else. Apparently he didn’t care what sex or ‘other’ he was getting serviced from; mouth or ass was ok.We finished our little trip along the beach, a nice deserted little beach with not much sand but a lot of trees and undergrowth. I took some pictures, it was almost sundown, then went to walk in the waves a little.. As David ran his hands against his mother's stocking tops his aunt Joan was right behind him still holding onto her nephew's balls, squeezing and pulling from time to time, making it uncomfortable for David. He could hear his mother moan and his aunt laughing from behind.It was hard to keep her eyes open as Jackie was enjoying her pussy being eaten out by her own son. She moaned and laughed at the sight of her submissive son in stockings and heels perform to her and her sister's commands.Joan.