"As nice as anybody's in the world, Aunt Penny," I said. My hand crept inside the tight shorts for a bigger handful of firm ass flesh. "Uh--do you thi...k that you might--uh--take off the shorts so that I could rub your hip better?" I asked."Well, I--um--I guess that might be--um--a good idea," Penny responded. She unbuttoned the top button on the shorts and started to tug down the microscopically short zipper. Then she stopped. "But I--uh--don't have--um--anything on under them." Oh, that's all. I finally won a hand, so my wife was able to leave herbra in the pot. I knew she was nervous and she excusedherself long enough to get us all a drink. On the nexthand I lost again, and my wife slowly turned around andtook off her panties. Her gorgeous ass was pointedright at Calvin, and I noticed him rubbing his stiffcock through his pants. My wife looked over at me and said, “Great, now we’rebroke and I’ve even lost my favorite panties and bra.”Calvin told her that I. We kissed some more, it was more of a passionate nature and I felt the deep warmth of her passion flowing through the kiss, In the mode of the kiss I still held her hand clasped in mine over my right thigh, I felt so warm and excited as I very slowly moved her hand with mine over the breach of my swelling there, brought on by the very deep and intimate kissing. Just in case she may be repulsed I sort of moved my hand away, making it look like it was a sort of accident, so that she had the. What do you mean everything? How do you know what I had planned?" Then she looked up at Anne. "Oh of course she would've..."I interrupted grinning. "No she didn't tell me." Then I looked at Anne. "One more in each of her tits would be good." Then I turned to Samantha Mitchell again. "I knew about your plans with the sparklers, the chainsaw and the butternut pumpkin before I even got to the house, as for the how and the why, I'm afraid I can't tell you that."The decibels of Samantha Mitchell's.