It was one of the things I liked about her. She was easy to please.I watched her leave out the front door and I stepped into the room. He was pulling ...p his pants when he saw me. "You'll never touch her again, Dean. You crossed the line with her. She is not only my wife but my life."He looked surprised to see me. "What the hell are you doing here? Look, you fucked my wife a dozen times and I got head once and fucked her once. What's the big fucking deal?" You gave me your wife by choice and. I could feel her puckered muscle as she worked the slippery juices that coated my head against her muscle, and then with a firm grip she shoved me inside, forcing me through her tight ring. I cried out as the pressure of her grip and her asshole both combine to squeeze me more than I ever thought possible, but my cry was converted into a groan as she released me and slid her anal muscles down, down until the whole length of me was imbedded into her body. Now she rode me again, the heat and the. “Neil met my mum at a garden centre one day. They got chatting about conifers or something and he asked her out. Within two months they were married and mum seemed happy again. I wasn’t though because along with Neil came his son and daughter from his first marriage. His wife had also died and left him to bring them up, spoilt and rude. The daughter was called Glo, short for Gloria and was seventeen; the son was Darren and was eighteen. They were living in a small council flat in Dorking and. ..attached to these ladies, because he got....he became....excited, Matron, you know. You're not making this very easy for me. So it wasn't just his fever that was rising, was it? His penis was engorged when I next looked down, and the perspiration and discomfort were evident on his face.Suddenly, he looked up at me, wide-eyed, and sighed "Auntie?", grasping his penis and starting to stroke it. In his fever, he held me by the wrist, very tightly, and seemed to be trying to whisper something to.