Her tits were beautiful. They were even bigger than Aunt Margie's and hung down more. I guess you could say they drooped a little. Her pussy was cover...d with thick dark brown hair and it even grew a little out into the crack where her leg met her hip. To me she was unbelievably beautiful! She and Aunt Margie then took me by the hands, pulled me up off the couch, and led me down the hall to Aunt Margie's bedroom. The lights were off as we entered the bedroom but there was a little light coming. That was good enough for me. I put my soapy hands inside her blouse and gently massaged her boobs. Man!! I was surprised by the size of her boobs!! Mother of two, yet she had a lovely pair of reasonable sized boobs which were a little saggy yet soft like foam. Her nipples had already gone hard and I was rock solid down below. I slowly drew her close to my chest and she came with a little reluctance. My cock nestled within the crack of her butter soft arse cheeks and I’m sure she would have felt. "Be right back," she said.She started into a trot automatically, and then slowed as her injury barked at her. At a more sedate pace, she walked across the flagstones that led to the front door, and went inside.John wasn't pacing. He wasn't agitated.He was sitting in his chair, watching the tube, drinking his third beer."I'm home," she called out."'kay," he responded, not looking her way.She got the pen and pad they used to make a grocery list on and took it outside. She handed it to him without. "The lady wife doesn't want you scarpering off to the States or something silly." he suggested, "What do you say?" Yes, thank you very much!" I agreed, "Can I take a weeks leave?" Yes, bugger off there's sod all to do," Sir Alan agreed without bothering to consult the rest of the board, "Starting Monday." Daddy, why the rush, I haven't had a holiday in ages," Katherine exclaimed as she flashed the diamonds of her ring."Ah!" Sir Alan exclaimed, "Sunday Lunch, no excuses, and perhaps a months.