Most of it splattered my torso, but some hit her belly. A bit even hit her right breast. I bucked and writhed beneath my wife. “God I’m such a slu...,” I babbled. “Thank you. Thank you for letting me be your slut. I love you so much!” With that I pushed her off of me and down onto the bed. The dildo popped free, waving wildly. I pushed her thighs apart. The strapon harness had no center strap, substituting leather that went around her thighs. This left her pussy open. She was grinning up and me. We finish our cool local beer and start looking for a few local sights that I could photograph for I have my Pentax slung over my shoulder. The cool interior of the local museum beckoned and we decided to go in a have a quick look around. On the first floor up a few stone steps was this 9-inch high marble statue of an ancient Greek girl kneeing down and it looked like she was washing her hair. For every after, that's what we called her although she was probably doing something else. It was so. Worked away during the week on a Columbia River dam site. He came home most weekends, making the three-hour drive Friday evening. Often he was quite late, saying he'd gotten "hung up" with friends or late work. Usually his breath smelled of whiskey. He had always been a drinker and enjoyed hanging out in the evenings with his tavern buddies. But now there was a new element: jealousy.There had been jealous rages before. Once in Wyoming at a rented tar-paper shack on the South Platte river, he. She continued the rinsing and I was moving my head and kissed her navel. I was pressing her ass as much I could. My dick was rock hard poking through the towel.Aunt: Does your mom let you do this?Me: Yes.She sat beside me, she saw my erect dick and asked, “What else does she let you do?”Me: Many things but I am not supposed to say.Aunt: Come on honey I am your aunt you can tell me.She kissed me in the cheek.Me: Ok I will tell you, you shouldn’t tell mom ok.Aunt: Ok.Me: Pinkie promise? (Acting.