She hadn't exactly done much visiting until recently,so I was just getting to know her.Aunt Denise was in her mid to late thirties, with shoulder leng...h darkblonde hair. I guess she was fairly pretty for her age, or would havebeen if she'd put more effort unto it. As it was, she often lookedtired and a bit sad, though I didn't know why. In fact, I realized thatI didn't know a whole lot about her other than that she was some sortof scientist. She didn't exactly talk much about herself."Hey. I walked up to the toilet and asked what he needed. In a quiet, quivering voice he said “I can’t hold my sweatpants down and penis at the same time with this cast on my arm. Can you help me?” Sensing the serious tone of the situation I cautiously obliged and approached him from behind. As I stared over the top of him I noticed how big his feet were. He was already in adult tens. I started to imagine how big his package must be for a boy his age. I stood right behind him and gently pried. Then I got morose. Then I felt totally, completely alone.As I sat there thinking about Theresa, I realized she had come to infiltrate every part of my being. She had been the thing that had made me complete. I couldn't blow my nose or wipe my ass without thinking how she would want me to do it. I succeeded at work largely because she had always pushed, prodded, and encouraged me to want better and to feel I could do better. She had made me feel confident and equal to any man.The bitch had been. ." Sam's voice trailed. I could tell she was too far gone to want it to stop now.She wasn't alone. Meadow had reached back with her free hand and gripped my cock once more, working her magical fingers on my tool, and I could feel my climax building as I watched my wife start to quiver and huff.Now I've seen my wife excited many times before, but for some reason, the way her body twisted and jerked appeared to be more aggressive, and it only added to my wicked excitement.Suddenly, I watched as.