Instantly her tongue was slipping over and around my clit, it was heavenly. Her mouth was being jammed in to my crotch with every lunge of Ellie's hip...."That's right my lovely girl, suck Auntie Ann's cunt." Ellie was watching with interest as she continued to fuck Tracy's arse. I was the only one who could still see the video; both Ellie and Tracy had their backs to it. On the screen, Sharon Ryder was eating a young, big titted black woman's cunt. A black man was fucking her doggy style. I was. He started kissing my face and then my lips while fondling my boobs. Then he broke the kiss to have a smoke. I took the bottle and had raw whiskey like a crazy bitch. Took cigarette stick from his hand, took few deep puffs. Since I never had a cigarette after marriage the kick went too high suddenly.I put my legs across him, giving him a slight lap dance. He put me on the bed and came over me. I was laughing and giggling on purpose to make my husband suffer. I unbuttoned his shirt and started. Hands reached for the nearest rung and old senses rekindled, scooted me up. I poked my head inside and took in a deep breath. It smelled the same.Old wood, weathered from the years, a hint of sweetness from the Maple tree combined with my memories and I smiled. I grabbed at the lifting rope, one that helped with the last jump to get into our playground and hefted myself inside.My butt settled on the floor and I dangled my feet, swishing them back and forth as I had done hundreds, perhaps a. Your video has been watched almost a million times,” I informed her, plating breakfast.“Really?” she asked, eyes bright.I slid a plate across the counter to her. Resting my hip against the island counter, I took a bite of egg and nodded. I didn’t like the brightness in her eyes.“Eat,” I ordered.“Boy, you’re in a pissy mood,” Amelia observed. “Drink some more coffee.” She started eating.My grumpiness followed me through the morning and into early afternoon; an unpleasant, prickly ghost haunting.