The decision was already made. She couldn’t contemplate losing him. She would swallow her pride, accept her fate. She would be ready for him when he...came to get her answer. The response would be in her eyes, her face, her dress, her posture. There wouldn’t be any need to say anything.The woman thought about how he had frequently commented on her lack of really sexy clothes, her reluctance to let him and other men catch a glimpse of her feminine beauty. She put it down to her job. Working for a. They were A cups, maybe B cups. Unlike Auntie Ellie, her’s were Ds or DDs now, they were bigger than when I last saw her.Auntie Julia was jealous of them. Blamed being a mum for ruining her boobs, whilst Auntie Ellie didn’t breast feed. I thought Jessica and Dan missed out on an absolute feast of luscious milk feeding on them. I would have complained not getting milk from those fleshy milk producers.I did feel sorry for Uncle Chris, as nice as she was. You didn’t get the impression Auntie Julia. Her drinking helps make her seem less attractive but her body is slim, tan and not too bad to look at. She has shoulder length, straight, dirty blonde hair that frames a face with steel gray eyes and somewhat unflattering lips. Her chest isn't much but there's enough to have fun with, while her thin waist and slim legs are quite nice to look at. She has a flat stomach and her panty region was really starting to get to me hard. Even so, something about her just seemed nasty. But I guess I was in. He had a smooth sac and his balls were pulled up so tight I couldn’t really tell how big they were.We moved over toward each as much as we could and Mike slid his hand in my boxers and grabbed my dick. It felt great.“Feel ok?" I asked in a whisper.“Yea. You?”“Yep,real good.”I pulled my hand away and lifted my ass enough to slide my boxers down to my knees and when I did that Mike did the same thing. And then we sat back and continued stroking and playing with each other.“You leak a lot of.