She's family to me, but I perved anyway knowing all this. I started by taking the bin and collapseable hamper into my room, closed the door, stripped ...aked, and hit up the hamper first. One set of clothes were in there, top, small pair of jeans, a bra that looked comical on its own but probably good on her fat breasts, and a pair of used black bikinis, Jockeys for Her.I took them, turned them inside out and focused on the crotch, stained with faded white streaks. The panties didn't smell bad,. She got faster and faster, her tits jiggled in my face as she began to moan more and more. Suddenly she lifted up off my cock, rubbed her pussy and squirted all over my jeans and T-shirt. "Oh My Gosh, I am so sorry I don't know what came over me", " actually, you just came all over me." I joked. "Haha, Wow only my rabbit can make me squirt like that. Let me make it up to you." "How?", her answer was simple but brilliant "you can put it in my arse" "really?" "Yes, just go for it" she ordered. So. Even in our love making fantasies she has never told me if other guys had touched her tits, or sucked on her beautiful nipples, or slid their finger gently or roughly for that matter into her pussy. I know she knows I am the jealousy type but in love making and love making fantasies everything is fair game. I once told her about a dream I had about one of my secretaries when we were separated, only temporary, by my job requirements. I only told her enough to keep her interested until I came. When I came up for a breath, she would count to three and then push my head back into her crotch. When she tired of this she had me wash her entire body. When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet towel to dry off with.‘I know you love to wear that G-string,’ she said, ‘so just keep it on, slave, and go into the bedroom when you’re done drying off.’I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was.