I was stiffened and wanting to do everything to her. I said, "I love you Aunt Marie."She stroked my hair and said, "Yes darling, yes, and Aunt Mariema...loves you, forever."I urged her onto her stomach and stroked her creamy skin. When my hand caressed between her legs, she raised her ass and the desire to be inside her overwhelmed me. I went behind her and entered her pussy. She raised herself higher and I went in deeper. All of me filled all of her until I was up against the soft globes of her. It was only a cow kicking at it’s milking pen but as I turned I must have pulled the teat away from the bucket and a jet of hot milk sprayed all over my lap. The volume of milk in just one squirt was sufficient to soak my skirt right through to my panties. I let go of both teats and sat there, dripping, looking down at very wet denim.Although I was cross at my stupidity, the feeling of the warm liquid soaking my inner thighs made me feel strange, as if aroused – but at what? As the warm milk. I was on a job one day when it began to rain. I went inside where I was startled by a young girl. I'm not into anything like that. She looked about 20 , even in her little skirt and white socks, finished off with a tight white top. Her breasts were so big and the top encased them, showing her nipples through it."Hello mr" she said playing with her hair as she did."Would you like a drink?" Yes" I replied.It must have been on purpose because she instantly got up, showing her petite figure. She. ”“Remember, I love you, no matter what,” I reminded her.She immediately dug in her suitcase again, digging out a small picture frame and showed it to me. It was the note I’d written her before we’d gone into the room to talk to Stan. She’d kept it and had it framed. She set it on one of the nightstands, claiming her side of the bed just that easily.“Alright,” she said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s go before I lose my nerve,” she urged me.She fidgeted on the drive over, her anxiety showing.