Her hands came up and grabbed my neck. I saw her hairy armpits and felt as if my boner would explode. I was getting hornier with every dirty detail of...my aunt. I pulled her pubes a little more roughly, and she tightened her grip on my neck.I kissed the back of her neck and made my way down to her huge ass. Her body wasn’t fit or shaped like an hourglass. Her ass wasn’t toned. She was hotter than anything that I had seen before. I spanked her booty. A tiny but excited yelp escaped her. I parted. I pulled out onto the busy street and headed south toward Seattle. I squeezed my nipples as I went and slowly slid my hand down to my now soaking pussy. I slid my finger along my slit and back up to my hard little clit. I circled it slowly, before flicking it a few times. Then I began rubbing my nub lightly. Mmmmmm, I was getting really warm now. I rolled down the window a little to get some fresh air. I put my left foot on the edge of the dashboard and started at my hot little hole. I decided. And I meet the most interesting people.As I said, I check the mail once a week ... unless the postman sets a basket by the box. He/she never has but discounting such a situation is foolish. Possible is possible ... it could happen.On this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other hand all the junk mail that mailers seem to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by Recipient" envelopes. “In this life, you, Emma, will become Monica’s wife. You’ll have a lovely lesbian wedding and take vows that celebrate love, lust, friendship, etc. as well as humanity no longer bound to a now dead Jehovah and Jesus. Yes, they’re gone, too. Don’t ask where the Holy Ghost is. He vanished when his fellow members of the Trinity were destroyed. Michael the Archangel runs Heaven these days. How long that will last remains to be seen. When Monica dies, she’ll be one of my wives as a Queen of Hell,.