I was desperate to be inside her. It wasn’t enough to be in her body up to my nuts, my cock slippery with the slick mix of our lust. Nor was it suff...cient to have my tongue stuck in her mouth. I needed to possess my Aunt Janet. To meld with her body and spirit.“Come if you need to,” my aunt squealed up into my face. Her tummy was creased with the little spare flesh that she carried at her middle, boobs swinging and rippling when I kept up the furious beat of my cock into her body. Both her feet. She got up andran to the bathroom still holding her bouncing breasts. When she wasfinished, she looked in the mirror. She was a sight to behold. Gingerly,she walked back to the bedroom. Carl's bed was empty. She started toturn towards the closet, but a sudden urge turned her back to the bed.She walk over to it and made it. Being sure to tuck the sheets in aroundthe mattress, just the way Carl liked it. She wondered how she knewthat, but then again, she knew that Carl's wish made her a slave to. Social conservatives were adamantly against it, of course, no matter what the studies showed. But girls like Sarah and Cathy compared notes about how many priests they had had, how many men didn’t even bother to take off their wedding rings, and how many prayed fervently for forgiveness as soon as they orgasmed. Sarah even entertained a man she recognized -- she had seen him on TV condemning Just Do It in the harshest terms. But she knew the code of ethics and would never let on that she. The house was carved into the cliff on the east crest of the valley. Besides the door it had two large windows with thick shutters. It also had a large fireplace with a chimney drilled straight up to the top of the cliff.What I liked best was the large cold room chilled by a mage decades ago. The home had eight large bedrooms and a bathroom and a bathing room. Above on the top of the cliff were two pools or tanks that had been cut and carved into the stone. I had to clean them before I could.