Aunt Harriet smiled gently at him, ‘you definitely feel a little, shall we say tense in some areas. Maybe I could help relieve some of your stresses...’ She suggested with a little lift of one of her brows. Mr. Jones studied Aunt Harriet for a moment, she was still a handsome woman despite the fact the she had to be knocking on the door of forty, with dark blond hair always immaculately styled, with those unbelievable eyes in the fine if somewhat aging face. Her figure was a good shapely rounded. ” “Active?” “You know, sexually.” “You like to do it?” “Love it.” She stood up, shrugged off her jacket and pulled her lacy blouse over her head, and shed her uplift bra faster than I thought possible. She then wriggled off her skirt, pantyhose and shoes and stood there bare and smiling. “Sample?” she said, with a fist on her hip and her feet in the usual model pose. Her breasts were high and luscious, the tips jutting and dark red, her waist taut and her pussy was hairless. “Not right now,” I. I feel her soft ass press against me and the feeling gets me hard in no time. She’s a fighter, pushing against me and trying to escape, but soon starts to slow down her movements considerably. Lindsay is starting to let go as her upper body rests on the dumpster, not having the strength to resist her attacker due to lack of air and blood-flow to her brain.As I enjoy her sensation against me, she suddenly groans loudly and begins spasming wildly. As this happens, I feel increasing wetness. My tests lead to a lot of green, purple andpink dogs & cats wandering the neighborhood. That was when I found thatdifferent things mixed in with the fungus juice let it would do otherthings, before long there were housecats as big as goats chasing by sixlegged dogs.Most everyone just pretended it wasn't real, or blamed it on thenuclear reactor, even though the closest one was up river 20 miles.That's when I found that most people when running into something likethis do their best to pretend.