His arms seemed to go limp, yet retained an air of instant action. Even so, the thick gray smoke could not hide the Memories that flowed across his ey...s. Sandy longed to hold him. Comfort him. Tell him something… anything. But they would be lies and Henry was not one to lie to. ‘The child meets me when I sleep. While I’m up… there is the water. ‘You didn’t dare swim. You were wary even wading through it… and we did. Myself, my roommate… and a family. Children. A guy near my age in a wheel. Yes I'm still your bitch. I'll do what you say. Fuck me with that dick. Shove it up my pussy till I scream. Please fuck me. Please!" Aunt s*s started to saw the dick in and out of mom's cunt.I was standing in the doorway openly now. My hand was wrapped around my dick and I was pulling it as hard as I could. Mom was humping and jerking her pussy to the hard thrust Aunt s*s was giving her. "Take it Helen. You always loved letting me fuck you. Is this better than Bill's cock?"Mom couldn't answer.. I opened the cooler and to my surprise there was a small wooden box inside. It was beautiful, there was an evergreen tree and a skull with script that said "for my slut" burned into the wood. I opened the box to find a test tube and a note. There were very specific instructions. "Tonight you will dress up in a pretty little dress with no panties. Put the test tube of my cum in your purse and walk to your car. Once you are in the car, I want you to shove the tube into your cunt to warm up my. Tension between them that neither would acknowledge out loud, but was expressed in other ways.They would often stand close together, while working on this or that plant. He would slide his fingers slowly over a leaf, damp with the moisture she'd just sprayed on it. She would grasp a thick branch in her hand, running her thumb over it to brush away some dirt. It was a subtle, sensual play, but one they never acknowledged by actually touching each other. Oh they got close, close enough to feel.