"To start with you can stop calling me Aunt Millie."Angela started crying again. "Does this mean you are disowning us?" I asked. She laughed out loud...."No, not at all. If we are going to have a sexual relationship I don't want to be addressed as the old aunt."I looked toward my sister who had stopped crying. We were both puzzled. "Let me explain it in simple terms. I live here alone. You come to visit and go off into the woods for a roll and I'm not invited. So from now on we all sleep in one. I could feel his erection poking me in the back.I tried to turn around to take his cock, but he held me tightly, I reachedback and managed to run my nails over his balls, eliciting a groan ofpleasure. Then he pushed me over onto my side and roughly pulled my skirt up,my naked ass lay there waiting for his skillful penetration. I felt his cockhead against my rose bud and lifting my leg I allowed him access to my lovepassage. He slid straight in, my ass had been widened by all the previouslove. Could I tell himhow ridicules he looked, probably not."Oh my," I said, "you certainly look different, how do you feel?"A bit silly and embarrassed, but underneath, OK," he whispered."Underneath! Lift your dress and show what you are wearing underneath,"I teased him.He lifted his dress and showed me the panty girdle he had got. That didnot do much for him."Come over here and let me give you a kiss," I said to him. A peck onthe cheek was all I could manage as I was sure I was going to burst. And then I have to figure out what to do with the cases,” said Sara.Ron replied, “Leave them with your trash bags. They will get taken for recycling. Did you girls really go through 24 bottles of wine in 9 days?” “We had help,” answered Judy.“But the help brought 48 bottles of beer that also got finished off.” insisted Ron.By that time, Sara was making her last trip into the snow to return empties. When she came back she was carrying both cases of empty bottles. “I’ll leave these here on.