I reacted as expected."Wow, again! I was right! Every time you tickle him, his prick jumps in my pussy. After you get your prick in my ass, tickle him...some more."It turned me on immensely and surprised me no end to hear my prim wife speaking so frankly about sexual matters. I didn't even realize that she knew such words and phrases. She must have kept an awful lot bottled up inside herself.Bob completed his grease job and eased his somewhat smaller prick into my wife's asshole."Wait there, just. I don’t quite remember what happened but even though she was my dad’s sister I don’t think they spoke to each other for years afterwards.She had never met Jason and when she arrived on Saturday morning she gave him a hug and lots of presents. I was very surprised how well the two of them got on and during the day she hardly said two words to me. In fact most of the time they were in Jason’s bedroom and she certainly didn’t remind me of the Aunt Elizabeth I remembered.I spent most of the. “Oh, Willi. But you managed last time, you can do it again.” She stopped and took a sharp breath in realisation. “Was that ... did that ... you said before that there were ... other times. Was this darkness part of that?”I looked past her over her shoulder, tasting my memories of that time. The constant threat of nuclear annihilation was part of the rotten, acrid flavour of my teens and early twenties – but only as a grimy, roiling background for the canvas on which the rest of my life was. She had golden blonde hair, with streaks of brown in it, and she always had it in a crazy bun. Her eyes were blue, and her face was smooth. She talked with a whisper in her voice too. Her body was great, with huge tits and a nice ass. She was young too, age 28, junior teacher. This was my chance.I had to report to her office, because I "accidentally" grabbed her ass when she wasn't looking. I sat down on the chair in the middle of the room, as we all did when we were in trouble. She sat on the.