"I led her across the room to the bathroom. As we walked I whispered, "That's fine with me. But I can just about guarantee that if you let yourself go...you'll have a lot more fun ... unless you think your husband will mind."She sighed and said, "He's been trying to get me to do something like this for years. Well, not this exactly, but to loosen up and experiment. I'm pretty certain he wouldn't mind if I..."She couldn't even say it. I smiled and said, "You couldn't have picked a nicer bunch of. He took a sip of his beer and smacked his lips together. He drove with one hand, the other placed comfortably half way up my inner thigh. It was a familiar setting, the grind of the gravel road, the country music playing on the radio, the way his deep voice sounded with his southern drawl as he talked about the work I don't understand. Everything so comfortable it was as if I wasn't away in my hometown for two months. I laid my head on his shoulder, placed my hand over his on my thigh, his hand. Shapely tits and even more curvaceous booty inside. “Hi Guys. What,re you up to?” Maria asked with a mischievous smile on her face. “I pulled the stringer from the water to show our catch and then laid the fish on a newspaper in the bed of the pickup. “Looks like you guys did pretty good.” Connie commented. “But I think you,ve been fishing in the Wrong holes!” She lifted her mini skirt to show she wore no panties, her midnight black pubic hair long and coarse. “Why don,t you follow us and we,ll. ’ Michelle replied as she gave Ryan a brief kiss and hug. Ryan waited for a while to make sure Michelle and the kids were all sound asleep, then went out to his car and grabbed the bags from the trunk. He spent the next hour wrapping and tagging gifts then stacking them in neat piles under the tree. — ‘He came! He came! Aunt Michelle he was here!’ Andrew and Patrick piled onto Michelle’s bed and were bouncing with excitement. Michelle sat up and gave both boys a hug. ‘Merry Christmas guys!’.