They had abandoned the couch and were sprawled on the floor. The last of the rum was in their glasses. Helen's long auburn hair had worked it's way ou... of it's bun and tumbled down her shoulders. She was chewing on a strand of it absentmindedly."You know what the worss part abou it is?" Helen asked."Wassat?" Sylvia asked."No sex!" she declared.Sylvia stared."Gawd, Helen! Of course their havin' sex! Wassa point of an affair if yer not gonna have sex?" No,no,no" Helen said, wagging a drunken. “That was a long time ago. I’ve been fucking for years now…you might recall my three year old daughter?” she reminded me. “I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry about that,” she added, as she switched places with me. She pulled off her shorts and thong, bent over the workbench, and opened her legs. “I like anal sex too, if you’re interested,” she mentioned, almost in passing. Was I interested? I had to ponder that offer for less than a millisecond. I dropped to my knees behind her, spread. As we got into the bathroom Aunt Kate started the shower so the water could warm up. She got into the shower then turned to me, "You the one that made me dirty, you should get in here and clean up your mess."As I got in the shower I watched as the water dripped down her magnificent body. I rubbed her front cleaning her tits and pussy and explored my hands over her slippery, flesh, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples and then wandering down her stomach and started to trace the outside. Karen knew which of those last two she hoped had the seat next to her and her heart skipped a beat when the gentleman sat down at the other vacant single seat. The woman coming down the centre aisle towards Karen was very curvy and possibly slightly overweight, just like Karen liked them, although she was quite likely straight.As it happened the woman, Louise Mitchell, aged fifty-seven, was not straight and she too had not long finished a relationship. The coach trip was going to be fun for.