Donna jumped a lot more, but Ava hardly at all. The question was an innocent one, as far as I could tell, so I answered truthfully, "I'm not intereste... in marathons."The questioner, a guy of middling 'importance' in the club, had seen our reactions though, so he pressed the issue. "What's your best time?" It was terribly embarrassing, and I don't want to talk about it." What was your time?"I turned around and walked away. He'd figure it out, or not.Marathons were raised several more times by. "Can we go somewhere and talk?" Vanessa asked.I led her to the love-swing in our back yard. It was a rickety old thing we'd had since I was a kid. The thing didn't even swing anymore, having sagged right down to the ground. It was more of a bench really. We sat down on it and Vanessa released a heavy sigh. Then there was silence."So what's going on with Sheila?" I asked."I don't know. She's been really moody lately. More so than usual and I was beginning to worry about her. She's had her ups. “Sniff their arseholes! ... Sniff like the animal you are about to become.” The cacophony of warbling and cynical laughter brought his cock rigid as he put his nose to the first and sniffed hard at the fetid and savoury whiff of femininity, she accommodating his submissive pleasure by releasing her cheeks and pressing back on his nose as the warm flesh enveloped his face. He was then jerked to the next, and obediently took in her anal perfume to delight his Mistress and all who witnessed his. She replied, with a grasply dry sounding voice "I was just watching the late show. Then she asked me if I could come over and change her water jug. She said the 5 gallon jug is just to heavy for her, and I agreed. I told her I would be right over.My new place was very close to her home so it didn't take long for me to get there. I knocked lightly on the door only to see that it was already unlocked and left open for me. Aunt Jeannette was in the kitchen wearing a white slip standing over.