He didn’t say much but he did ask me if I enjoyed the unexpected attention and I admitted to him it was flattering and nice. But I then took control...of the moment and grasped my hubby’s balls and then moved to his rod and stroked it slowly. I got close to him and snuggled as much as I could without letting go of his manhood.‘What would you have thought if I had of let him go a bit further?’It was my turn to drive the fantasy.‘What do you mean?’ he asked. So I suggested instead of moving away. Once aunty was licking uncles dick at the hall of my house at afternoon as no was there at my place,they thought I was sleeping time passed I got bored watching that womans boob,as I saw it more then 50 time but I always imagined how her husband had fucked her?(that’s’ non of my business). Now talking about my fathers 2nd sister her name is Shantini she is a teacher at school and most of the time she use to come to my house after school,she never wore a duppata in my house.she had a nice boobs. "Joan? Joan, I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me?" A momentago, I'd have forgiven her anything. Now, her simple apology set me onedge. I fought for control and finally, I asked her: "Darla, what have I donethat you'd treat me this way?" I couldn't hide the pain that I'd beenfeeling any longer and the tears burst forth. The sound of her own tears echoed in my ears. "You haven't done anythingJoan. Really, you haven't. Sometimes though, when I look at Fred andremember the way he held you in his. That's all I ask," Martha replied.I nodded my head and we loaded the boxes of stuff for the saw and then we started tossing the tools and other equipment on the truck. I was looking at the four kayaks that were hanging from the roof when Martha said take them. That they'd belonged to her son who was killed in the same car accident that killed her husband three months before, her telling me that, determined that I was going to pay for them.As I was loading the last of the stuff, Martha excused.