Make sure he understands your anger. This is the only way that he will change.”“Good. I’ll let him know my feelings next time he does something ...nnoying.”“That a girl! Now Jane, I see that you are quite fit. Do you exercise or diet?”“I don’t follow a diet, but I am careful about what I eat and the amount that I eat. And I exercise regularly, running, hiking, and I go to the gym twice a week.”“Jane. Aren’t these things a hassle? Would it be better to just take it easy for a while?”“Yes, it would. Her legs start to shake violently and then give out under her, relying on me to hold her up by the hips. Her elbows collapse too. She lays flat on her forearms on the frozen stone bench, her tits down flat, her face laid down on its side. I continue pummeling her from behind, water sloshing and slapping loudly as skin hits skin.It get’s hard to hold her up, so I grab her hair and lift her standing again, throwing her back against the glass wall. Face to face with the beauty, her body shiny and. When I got back to work, I texted her, asking how her day was going, knowing that it was going pretty darned well. She replied that it was ok, I chuckled but let it go. I considered a bit of sexting, but decided against it, I wasn't sure I could take it in the state I was in.That night when I got home, she was in the laundry room which is right by the door from the garage. I didn't give her a chance to say a word, but began kissing her passionately, then threw her up on the dryer, pulled her. You must be a sound sleeper." Pretty much. It takes like an explosion to wake me up."My aunt turned to me and smiled. "I actually tried to tickle you, to see if you'd notice."I caught myself blushing. "You did?" What? Tickling? Is that what she called it?"Yeah, but you didn't budge." Well, I'm not that ticklish. Only in a couple places." Oh," she said. "Maybe that's why then."Then a thought occurred to me. "Why? Where did you tickle me?"This time, I was fairly certain I saw her blush. "Where?".