I always cut the lawn after Sunday dinner. Dinner was a big meal / important deal for the whole family, attendance mostly mandatory, unless you have ... very good excuse. We always had Sunday dinner after getting back from church. That ritual too was an expected thing of our family routine, a “sacred cow” if you will. One of my chores was to mow the lawn, a job I really hated with all my heart. But Sunday was better than Saturday, when I hung out with my friends. I always took a shower. I said "Who is it please?" Aunt Tracy and Uncle Alex."I hit the button opening the gate and one minute later they both came charging in the front door. Tracy gave Cathy a big bear hug while Alex shook my hand. Tracy then came over wrapping her arms around me while giving me one of her famous French kisses. Little Greggie awoke out of his slumber raising his head with hopes of 'time to play?' Once again I willed him back to sleep where he belonged. I consoled him with the thought 'Later little. My wife was instantly turned on and started to rub my cock through my dress pants. A couple of the men that were in the back of the theatre moved to the row right in front of us, but continued to watch the movie. I knew they were waiting for some anticipated action in the row behind them. My wife said she getting very turned on and asked me finger her in the theatre, I reached under her dress and realized that she had already taken her underwear off and was extremely wet. My fingers slid easily. He had told her so, repeatedly: he loved her, and he didn’t want to ever share her. She had always returned the sentiment. She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, putting it all down to being drunk and his being gone that night, not being there to keep her satisfied like she needed. She always got horny when she was intoxicated! It loosened her inhibitions. She decided that Kitty had taken advantage of her. That bitch! They’d had an agreement, after the summer they had, that if they.