This I rationalized, was another good reason to not say anything to anyone. My husband stayed outside the bathroom door pleading with me to come out. ...hen I finally did come out he attempted to put his arms around me, but I shrugged him off saying, ‘please Paul not now.’ He stood there watching me walk down the hall toward the kitchen, when he saw me pull out a chair and sit down he came to the kitchen. As he went to sit he said, ‘are you ready to talk now?’ I sat there not looking at him,. Relaxed, I just let it go. It dripped out of my pussy then rolled down the tub, around my belly, big tits, and finally pooling up where I'd closed the drain. I half thought about just sleeping there, but knew it wasn't really practical. So I rinsed off, toweled dry, and stumbled into bed.I had one more session, the next day. I was off that day, which explains why I was willing to stay up all night playing with myself. I'd eaten some breakfast (or more like lunch by this time), puttered around. Biting my i pole hard. Licking carsssing around my breast. Running..stroking hard. On my vagina.kissing me between my legs..Stroking me... slowly..deeply..long..eating my pussy. Suckling deeply..deeply..deeply...rubbing my vagina..stroking gently.deeply.pulling squeezing my breasts slowly.tugging.’ahh..’as aunt Kim growling. ‘Fuck me hard’she comanded. I obeyed. she tasted amazing as I went deeper tenderly in her for hours.fucking Her slowly..deeply..tenderly.’Good girl..’she growled.tigging my. I walked outside and took my first drag and turned to see the group from inside the liquor store watching me and laughing. Sylvia made a motion for me to scoot and I headed to John's, dragging furiously on my More as she had ordered. Once inside the door, my head started swimming from chain-smoking the cigarette. I went up to John's and put it out in his ashtray on the table.John stood up and hugged me. "Welcome back," he said. I lit another More and started cleaning his apartment for him. Over.