I remained silent during the remainder of the journey. We headed towards Denman, taking the exit for the waterfall and then taking a quiet road into t...e hills. Finally we reached our destination, the Den River Inn. Uncle Bob unloaded three cases from the trunk of the SUV. They contained his and Aunt Paula’s clothes in two of the cases. Mom’s and my belongings were in the third and largest case. We entered the hotel as a group and Uncle Bob and Aunt Paula checked us in. We would have three rooms. She said she needed to cum and wanted me to eat her till she had her first orgasm. Man!! I was in heaven. She tasted so sweet. She had unbuttoned the shirt and was looking down at me while I licked her clit and darted my tongue into her pussy. It took about 3 second for my pants to become uncomfortable because I was being confined in them with my raging hard-on. I reached down and unzipped them to release the pressure. Silvia started moving, grinding, and pushing her pussy harder into my. She looked round, no-one about, then went into the shed end of the greenhouse beckoned me in and shutting the door, dropping her trousers and knickers she bent forward and there on her nice little arse was not one but two brands. One on each cheek, and red raw newly burnt in they were the sort that older men used to mark their tools, about 1 ½” high and deep, the mark of the chap she was ‘married’ too. The letters DW on each cheek, never more would she wear a bikini! I was gob-smacked,. There were none. There weren’t any luke-warm babes or even ice-cold ones. Sure, there was a six-foot-six woman with a deep voice and a size-99 Adam’s apple, but I don’t think she qualifies." I figured it out pretty quickly. This was a gay bar. The give-away wasn’t the shot boys in jock straps or the bartenders in briefs. It wasn’t even the two shirtless guys in the booth next to us who made out non-stop for an hour." The giveaway was the line drawings on the wall. Dick-sucking, ass-fucking and.