Spurt! I held her ass close to me as my cock shot stream after stream of cock juice into Aunt May's rectum. I pulled out quickly knowing that would hu...t her also. She May have not liked it but I could see that her pussy did. Her cunt was puffy, open and drooling juice down her thighs. Without a word I went into the adjoining bathroom and jumped in the shower.Part 9When I had finished with my shower I returned to the bedroom to find Aunt May standing naked next to the bed. I immediately noticed. The farm was fixing to put all four fields into production this spring. They had almost a dozen helpers now who had aligned with Sheriff Dixie and the rest of the sod-busters who fought to stay on their rightful land. Even a couple of the former Rocking "R" bunch had thrown in with them and their guns were a welcome addition to the growing firepower of the farmer side of the range war equation.Dixie had a high-old time that winter letting Pablo use her body as a tuning fork for his impressive. I find the way they look irresistible when they do these things. She was on the phone, her face had become quiet. “Yes, of course I want to but I can’t. I’m broke.” I watched her trying to hold back tears. “Yeah, sure, I’ll call you if by some miracle I have the money to meet you in London. I’m sorry Jude.” There was no goodbye. I loved her messy hair, and the black under her tired eyes. She stood on the platform waiting for the train to take her from Barcelona to Madrid. “Excuse me, do you. Sheila gave him someone who needed that, but could also challenge him, talk to him—and talk for him.As soon as I thought it was a match made in heaven, my thoughts turned to things with religious connotations. The traditional vow of love, honor and serve would be no joke to Sheila. The man's vow was, "as Christ loved the Church." Christ went willingly to death for the Church. No joke there either. It went without saying, "til death us do part." Of such examples, traditions are made.Marriage is.