I was still getting gifts together when I heard my Aunt Lisa call me.She haven't even gotten undressed to use the bathroom yet."Come talk to me while ... use the bathroom,it ain't like its something you never seen before."I haven't seen her before,not in that state.She pulled up her miniskirt and revealed she wasn't wearing any panties."Look baby,no panties,easy access is what I tell my daughter this is",she explained.She called me over right before she let go and told me to look."Watch how my. It had been nearly a week since Andrew had heard any news besides small tidbits and a headline on a newspaper in a gas station. And admittedly he had spent the past few weeks in a drunken stupor after coming home to find no home remaining.It had all seemed strangely conspiratorial to find his family dead, the property foreclosed, his sister in rehab. Supposedly things such were protected against, and he had filed a complaint with the Judge Advocate General. Nothing so far had come back to. I did as I was told.The taste was something else. The owner of this ass clearly hadn't showered today, and was likely out in the heat. It was bad enough to make me fondly remember the cock from before. Part of me wanted to get up and run, but another part was intrigued. I started to run my tongue around the area, alternating between rough hairy parts and smooth sections. I heard moans of pleasure, so I continued. Madame forced my face deeper, commanding me to get my tongue deep in and clean. I was still into my fantasy, and would sometimes imagine my wife was forcing me to eat her lover's cum from her while I brought her to her next orgasm. I imagined she was forcing me to be her cuckolded bitch. I imagined doing this a number of times before I got the nerve to ask my wife to call me her bitch. She didn't like it at first but I told her to play along and after a while she started to get used to it.A short time after that we were out drinking with some friends and were pretty drunk.