I told her that she didn't need to worry; the men would not dare to attempt anything when they saw that I was present. I told her that she could sleep...in my tent and I would sleep outside. I hoped to comfort her, by telling her that I was willing to pack up, at any time, and take her home, whenever she felt she needed to leave.I think a bit of emotion overcame her, because she hung her head for a moment and I saw her head shake a little. When she looked up, I saw a little redness in her eyes.. . yeah... yeah... keep doing that..."She lay back, resting her head against the soft pillows of the settee. This was good, not quite the best as that had to include Robert, but still pretty good, very self-indulgent... "Ahhhhh!" She cried out, the first tremors of her orgasm started... "Ahhhhh!" It was like wave, every decreasing waves with less time between each one, the nearer she was to her climax and then the shorter the period between each convulsion, finally there was no gap, the waves. It was the yearning ache inside me. It gave me pleasure to please him and he knew it. He knew he had this power over me. A power that I gave to him.It was so sexy.I breathed in. I smelled the salt of Clint’s cum and a spicy musk. Aunt Cheryl smelled different than my pussy. I took another breath, deeper, savoring the aroma as I moved to her trimmed, black bush matted with juices, her pussy lips thick and engorged, thrusting out of her slit. She wasn’t tight and virginal like I was.All those. After getting the bed fully assembled she asked me to get the other furniture for the living room while she finished her bedroom setup. After I finished the other furniture I asked Debby if she wanted the nightstands for the bedroom she said yes she was ready for them. I walked into the bedroom and nearly dropped the nightstand on my foot my ex was laying on the bed with the same white teddy minus the bottom that she wore the night of our honeymoon it was however much tighter than when she had.