On some ... entirely subconscious, clairvoyant or psychic level or something, some kind of ESP, told us to turn back. I’m so fucking glad that we di.... Part of me wishes that we had never left, since Mom and Dad might still be alive, but we don’t know if that’s even true.“They liked their little late drives, too, especially with the advent of more fuel-efficient cars. And we would never have met Margie here ... or should we still call you ‘Aunt Margie’? I think that we should. It will be more. I pushed my sweatpants down all the way off and Gwen’s eyes were glued to my rapidly growing cock once again.“Jesus, you’re huge.”I wanted to tell her it was all for her but I realized I’d rather show her. “Take it off,” I told her.She stripped her nightgown off so that she stood in front of me naked. The sight of my mother in law’s tits hanging on either side of her bellybutton had my dick at full attention. It was sick that saggy tits made me want to shoot all over them.“Come here,” I told. It felt great to have it up and extend above the band of my briefs. A loud “Oh!” from the bedroom pulled at my thoughts again and I felt a surge and tightening below my balls at my perineum, a place where my wife sometimes ventures, pressing and sliding her fingers down and around as I am fucking her or as she is sucking me, sometimes touching my anus and sending a stimulus I had not experience from anyone before her.My cock contracted, flexing as it does sometimes with a will of its own. I. I place my hands infront of your face. I watch as you raise your hands before you then you clasp your wrists together with the rope, then pull you arms to the side as I lift the rope high , you get to your feet unable to stay kneeling . I lead you to a tree which stands by the cabin in across from the porch. No words are said as I point to the tree you stand where I have pointed, as I walk around it letting the rope from my wrist as I do. I let the rope hang to the ground around the tree.