Oh my god! I,the man of the house am the one with the biggest tits!My dad was always telling me that I did not measure up. My life hadalways seemed ...o be about failing to meet his expectations of me and soI have never struggled to understand what sin meant, falling short ofthe mark.Jodie had had me measured up for my first bra. My father had wanted meto adapt to his world whereas Jodie seemed to me to have adapted herworld to me.I thought back on how she adapted things to me. I have always. I’ll even let you choose...should I start from your neck and work my way down or from your feet and work my way up”? Without looking at me or opening her eyes she whispered “Neck down, please”. “Right” I said. “Let’s roll you over”. I reached to grab a shoulder and a thigh and gripping loosely tugged her towards me to induce her to start moving herself. She wormed a little bit as she moved towards my pressure and by the time she was on her back her bikini top lay askew across her chest and her. Soon, I saw that the pleasure was overwhelming the slight painful feeling of the initial insertion. Linda moaned in pleasure as my finger gently worked and massaged her anus. I added a second finger, gently inserting it deeper as I got better at manipulating my wife’s fine ass. I knew I’d have to get her ready before I slid my much thicker larger cock into her now-aroused and anxious rectum. “Go ahead,” she quietly moaned, pushing her head onto the floor. “Take my ass”. She turned her. "Hand in hand Helen led me with Barbara and Rita following close behindto a private elevator and once we reached the second floor, into asitting room. Once we were all seated Helen used a phone next to her chair and ordered us up some tea. She looked at me with a smile and agleam in her eyes which were no longer teary."Can I still call you Angel, Rachel?" If I can still call you Auntie Helen you can."She chuckled and said "You had better!"We both laughed and I made the introductions and Auntie.