Mrs Boyd was the only one home, her husband was out fishing and she had "just got out of the shower" she said. She was wearing sort of a medium length...white almost see through nightie, maybe it was because it was warm and humid? Mrs Boyd had known my ex-wife from a quilting club they both belonged to, Mrs Boyd was about 20 years older than us. They were introduced each ther before my wife left me angry, who knows what my ex had told her about me? Could not ignore Mrs Boyds large jiggly titties. “I love fucking you, Steve!”I kissed her softly several times, “I love you, Sweetheart, and we’re pretty damn good at this, aren’t we?”“Yeah,” she sighed.I pulled out and moved to cuddle Bethany.“I want to sleep in your arms,” Bethany said.“Let me turn out the lights, Sweetheart.”I got up and turned out the lights, then crawled back into bed with Bethany. I pulled her to me and we spooned with my arms around her.“This feels so nice and so safe and so right,” she sighed.Bethany fell asleep. Goddd!....Please no… Auntie Rita…" John groaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably upwards into his aunt’s wanton red ruby lips.Rita watched the trembling youth with an amused expression as he groaned and quivered in front of her. She closed her hand on the middle of his straining shaft and resumed jacking it in an urgent rhythm. At the same time she sucked him so hard that her cheeks inverted. She knew after this that he would always think of her and no other woman but her.John moaned. She could. Still, there were no side tunnels so far, we had no choice.“May I ask you a question?” Smurf said“You may ask, whether I answer will depend upon the question”“Yes, but then since we are probably going to die here, it makes no difference does it?What is the attraction of the rutting you do? Why is it so pleasurable to be smeared in sweat, a female’s leakages and whatever else?”I had half expected this question, in some form or another. We were entirely alone, no-one could hear his clear.