Jane constantly reminded me I should never tell anyone, not even my parents, and I promised I never would.Once my mother and brothers got back, things...more or less went back to normal. Every once in a while, Jane would see me outside alone, and ask if I would like to come in and have some cookies. Somehow this always seemed to be when her daughters were down for a nap, and cookies were only a secondary reason for inviting me in. I loved that good feeling I got when she played with my wiener and. Once directly behind her, I advanced until I was within arms reach. For a moment I stood there, unsure. Until just then the consequences of what I was going to do hadn't occured to me. RAPE flashed through my head in bold capitol letters, followed by JAIL and DEATH. The second that I stood there, my hand twitching at my side to reach for her, seemed a painful eternity, until something in me broke. I let go of all worries, all concerns, and in my wild and joyful abandoment, I reached forward,. And why on earth would he mind? My husband is not just my lover but he is my best friend. He knows I have urges and he let's me explore them. He also brings me to orgasm most every time we have sex and that may have a small part to do with my decision to stay with him. Just teasing honey.Our liberated attitude allows us to increase our knowledge on how to please each other. I know that just when I think I have learned it all I will pick up some hitchhiker bring him to a motel and have him teach. I felt her stand up and take the seat at my side. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at her. I realized that Aunt Sheen must be still horny."Does Mommy wanna cum?" I whispered to Aunt Sheen with a naughty smile. "Make Mommy cum, son.. please!" she whispered back with a genuinely desperate tone. I figured she must have been very turned on right then. I slid closer to the window and signaled her to lay down on the rest of the berth. Aunt Sheen immediately laid back, with her legs towards.