I missed licking S&H green stamps and sticking them in the booklet for her. I missed counting fabric squares that she would painstakingly sew into one...of her quilts. And I missed visiting old relatives. They never failed to reminisce about their past, weaving stories like tapestries. Later, on the way home, Grandma Pearl and I would discuss the day’s events. *** “Your Great Aunt Mary – she’s going to die an old maid because she’s too stubborn to say yes to the right man.” “Did she ever say yes. I pulled Mary Rose around so she was beside her Mother and put a pillow beneath her ass. I moved up on her mother and pushed in to a very tight pussy.It took about 4 strokes to enter her all the way. I looked over at Mary Rose and I swear her pussy was pulsating/ I angled my body so that I could continue to fuck the mother but could reach the daughter and eat her out at the same time.I lost count of the Mothers climaxes but the daughter was rapidly catching up. And I had reached my spot as well. Now get dressed and let's go erase that part of the tape and then you can get clothes to bring to my house."We went and he ran the video of me. I was mortified, knowing that if anyone saw it I'd be a laughing stock. I tried to get him to erase the whole thing but he only would do the end, which at least was the most embarrassing part.He went to pack his clothes and I heard him on his cell phone to one of his buddies."Don't worry, I can definitely sneak out. My bedrooms not even close to hers.. Tough and pleasant to the touch.“Ugh.. yeah,” I agree. “Let’s take a break and get those sandwiches.”“Sounds good,” Jack says nodding. He shifts from the dirt mound to sit on a fallen moss-covered log on the forest floor. He lays down his back along the length of the log.I walk toward the sliding glass door into our house, the house I still cannot believe we own! I catch a reminder that my hands, and my feet, and my whole body, is covered the black loam blended soil. “Jack?” I say staring.