I hope you enjoy! * Susan and Bill Wytheson had been happily married for 9 years. Bill was the new CEO of a successful chain of clothing stores alon... the West Coast. He had worked long and hard for his success, as had Susan. She had continued her work after college to help financially so that Bill could continue his studies to obtain his MBA, and had endured times of loneliness as her husband and lover traveled frequently during his climb up the ladder of success. Susan sat relaxed in the. Slowly, her slightly roughened hands rubbed me from my head to my feet. Her wet tongue traced the path of her hands. Aunt Pat’s tongue found my mouth again and took it lazily. Moving downward, she kissed my throat and shoulder blades. Her tongue licked the valley between my breasts just before her lips took my peaked, sensitive nipples. Hungrily, she devoured my globes and nipples as if there were an exotic treat. Leaving a trial of wetness, she moved down to my navel, plunged in her tongue and. We were greeted by the two lady registrars andtaken to the room at the back of the church entered by 4 steps down ashort passage and 4 steps back up. We waited, our conversation excitedbut nervous too. The guest arrived in an old Bedford OB cream and bluebus, and they walked across the causeway then made their way inside thechurch. Reflections from the water danced on the ceiling of the church,it was cool inside but outside it was a lovely bright summers day. Thenwe saw, the car bringing. She was raised according to the etiquette books, and of course it is terribly rude to talk with a full mouth. Eventually she came up for air and gasped, "You got it." Weaving as I was I found it hard not to trip on the knot of pants around my ankles. And then, "Earl's a long story. Starts with my great-grandfather Anson's sort of step-sister and a ranch hand from Mexico... " The story got a bit muffled after that point, and I wasn't really listening anyway. Earl had maybe once briefly been a.