. A few margaritas turned into a lot and my sweet Ana soon got a little tipsy.I said we better could get back to our room if I wanted to get sex from ...er.Ana was horny and I was telling her that she could fuck any guy in the bar because she looked so sexy. We left the bar and headed back to the hotel. We hit the lobby and my wife started walking back toward the bar, muttering something about proving that she could still pass for a girl in her twenties…She told me she would prove to me that she. I thrust my body into hers and back out, and again very slowly. She smiled up at me and moaned. “This is so good,” she said as she closed her eyes and cocked her head back. I started to go faster and harder, feeling the warm juices tingle the head of my penis. Her pussy tightened and loosened around me. I was trying to get as deep as I could go, and maintain the rhythm. Then I felt it again, The numbness in my legs and the tightening in my muscles. “Aunt Pam, I’m cumming again.” Quickly she. "I get all sweaty too." Dawn shrugged. "Sex is a lot of exercise."The girls stewed on that and then Dawn clapped her hands together. "Okay? I'm sure it's no different than what you've already heard. Sex is just sex. It can be fun, if you're with the right guy." Dawn beamed at me."And how big did you say he was?" DJ asked innocently, not ready to let go of the conversation."I didn't say," Dawn turned and glared at her sister. "Don't be getting all manipulative now."DJ pouted. But Brooke got in. I stood there thinking about her last little speech. I hadn't reallythought about that part of being the assistant, and I didn't reallylike the idea. I mean, I didn't like the idea of playing that partmyself. I thought back to the magic shows I'd seen on TV, and the waysthe assistants acted. She was right, that's the way they act, and itdoes add to the show. 'But I'm a boy,' I thought to myself. 'Boysaren't supposed to act like that!' It was too late to back out, though.She was already.