The time at the right after the funeral was the first time I had buried my salami in Auntie Rose’s tight twat and it seemed a miracle that after all...the hundreds or thousands of times he had plowed her slit, they had never had a baby no matter how hard they tried. Maybe it was God telling them it was all for the best and it was time to move on.I was only eight years old when I saw my Auntie Rose’s pussy up under her wedding dress just sitting there all shaven and smelling like perfume and. The head and nothing more. Acouple seconds later, I blasted a load of cum into hismouth. I could hardly stand up, it was such an intenseorgasm. He kept sucking as my cock softened. Heswallowed every drop.“What’s Next?” I asked.“Whatever you want.”“Ream my ass!” I said. “But you’re NOT going to fuckit!”I like being fucked by long THIN cocks. This cock wastoo big for MY asshole. I’m a pretty big guy, and if Isay NO FUCKING, there. Much more of this and I was going to lose control. She leaned back against the wall of the sauna and put her hand on her husband’s thigh, occasionally rubbing her little finger along his awesome dong, which didn’t seem to react. If she touched mine with her little finger, it would be pointing towards the ceiling. As she spoke, she intermittently touched my thigh. She was having a nice cozy time with a man on either side of her. Then her hand would remain little longer on my leg. “How old. She was frowning trying to make sense of what he had said. “Bobby this isn’t a joke or something, it would be too cruel if it was.”“No darling, no joke, you are going to have to get used to me being under your feet all the time.”The tears started to fall, her face breaking into a wide smile, the dimples forming. She turned from the mirror, and threw herself into his arms. “Oh thank god Bobby, I finally have you safe at home,” she whispered her soft lips enfolding his, as the headboard next door.