Walking around a curve in the path, not twenty feet away, was Inga. Wearing a red and white checked dress, her hair in two pigtails and carrying a bas...et full of wildflowers she had been picking, Inga’s jaw dropped open when she saw me stuffing my dick in her sister’s mouth. She threw the basket to the ground and ran back to the house. “Inga, wait,” I called, but Katherine grabbed my wrist and held me back. I looked down at her, and with my big erection crammed in her. Aunt May was pretty toasted and I told her that I needed some pussy. Guys, we all remember our first pussy. The first pussy sets the benchmark that we use to compare all other pussy. The feel, smell, texture. Aunt May took me to her office and removed her pants and laid back on her desk and spread her legs. Aunt May weighs near three hundred pounds, I wish I could have known her when she was only hundred pounds. That was when she was getting all the cock. Aunt May has a fat pussy, dark. For a few minuets neither of us said anything more. Then Mara broke the silence."Am I a slut?" What?" I said, turning my head to look over at her."Do you think I'm a slut?"We made eye contact, and even though we were both wearing sunglasses, I could see Mara's eyes looking through hers into mine."I don't think of you as a slut," I answered her, without any hesitation."Really? Why?" Because your my wife," I said. "And," as I went on, "I love you! Why would I think of you as a slut?" I've fucked. Our hot tub is small. It’s designed for two people or “three really good friends,” as I like to say … but sure enough, it’s crowded with three people. Three people displaces some water. Three people takes some effort. Three people requires some complicated intertangling of limbs and an awareness of where ones toes are situated.As my wife stepped down into the water and started trying to figure out how she was gonna settle and sit she did a little half-turn, and I noticed she’d put a plug up her.