Well, perhaps not as guilty. This was a once-off thing, where her husband’s affairs seemed to be ongoing and constant. The next morning when she a...oke things seemed somehow different. Though she had a dread feeling in the pit of her stomach and she was a bag of nerves, she was seeing the world differently. Through new eyes. Everything seemed as if it were in HD. The colors were brighter and more vivid, the sounds were louder and clearer. Life is beautiful , she thought, everything is. Please forgive me." I was really feeling sorry for myself right then and I was on the verge of bursting into tears."I came here to be satisfied!" she shouted, "so satisfy me, now!" I couldn't hold it in any longer. My feelings overcame me and I started to sob, softly at first, then uncontrollably."You fucking sissy! You make me sick!" I'm so sorry... " I sobbed."Well, I came here to be satisfied so I will be," she screamed. " So satisfy me! ... I said satisfy me! Now you sissy bitch!" I just. “Come on, darling. A topless hand-job. There’s hardly any difference,” I told her.“Oh, go on then,” Izzy relented, allowing me to pull off her shoulder straps.I urgently pulled down her top to reveal her amazing tits again, as I took them in both hands.“Hey, naughty boy,” Izzy scolded me, “I didn’t say you could touch them.”But she then smiled and made absolutely no attempt to try to remove my hands from her chest. Her boobs were incredible. So full, firm, and natural, with perfect button. To much flesh around her waist and hips to be called sleek but called to the male eye in an enticing way.Matt sat between the two women and for the first half hour Melinda pretended to fill him in on what happened to his aunt after he left. He kept noticing her checking out his pants where his cock was clearly outlined. Watching her talk and gesture with her hands made those black encased globes bounce nicely. This made the lump visible in his pants start to elongate. After about a half hour.