Do you understand?’ ‘Right.’ ‘Good. Then after you’ve cleared the breakfast dishes away I want you to return and remove all that new paint.�...� The hairs at the back of Harry’s neck rose, his top lip curled back and his fingers made twitching movements and closed to the size of someone’s throat. Then Sarah winked at him. Harry felt the anger flush out of him and he grinned and told Sarah she was such a fucking tease. She grinned and said there was a faint chance she might get to like him. Sarah. A short time later, they came around the corner and walked toward me. She was an average looking BBW. She had on a low cut shirt on that showed her cleavage and had slacks on with a pair of high heels. Not a bad looking lady at all.We all three stepped inside the little trailer. Me and the Mrs sat on the bed next to each other. Her husband stood up next to the counter. After a bit of chatting, she reached over and gave me a kiss and handed me a thing of lubricant and told me I might need it. My husband pushed me out to greet him as I hesitantly stuck my hand out to shake his not knowing if I should act a stranger or greet him with some sort of affection? This awkward situation was quickly answered as both of his hands forcefully reached out and grabbed by big tits and he pulled me to him, followed by kissing me full on the lips as if I was his submissive willing girlfriend! I was not sure what to say or do as he held my tits tight and continued to kiss me? He then said welcome. I used to love watching her working at the sink, or her climbing the stairs. I used to imagine what she looked like in just her undies and I'd go home and masturbate, thinking about Auntie Val all the time. I'd got into the habit of going round there on Saturday afternoons to watch football. She'd make me a coffee and the relationship seemed destined to remain that way -- until that is I had some trouble with my Mum at home and started telling her about it. The ice was broken and I found myself.