Those big tits were squished against me, and every inch of her skin was slippery with sweat. Every so often, she would tense up and quiver, though the...intervals grew longer each time.Once her breathing slowed a little, she groaned, “Oh my lord.”“That was so hot, aunt Cookie.”One last shudder ran through her body, and she let out an exhausted laugh. “Aren’t you... Aren’t you a naughty little nephew?”“Uh huh, aunt Cookie.”It looked as if it took quite a bit of effort for her to lift her head. Mmmmm,” her breathing became hoarse as I probed my hand inside her panties feeling her hard yet silky candy. “I love you, Julie, I said “No matter what.” “I love you too, John.” she said. I placed a wet kiss on her lips while she responded eagerly to my touch for the first time that night as I let one of my hand to stroke her cute nipples. “I like it when you do that” she said blushing, as I slowly realized she was referring to me caressing her curly pubic hair just above her sweet feminine. I nodded. “And with every Fonte I’ve added since then.”He shook his head. “That shouldn’t happen.”I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’ve been told that, but it has.”He shook his head. “Grab another soda. I need to make a call.”He went into the office with his cell phone in hand. I was sure I knew who he was calling, so I pulled out my cell phone and called Jordan.She answered on the second ring. “Please tell me you’re done already,” she said.I shook my head and said, “Tanner, the trainer, is calling. I know what fireworks is, dummy. Who doesn't like to go 'ahh' and 'ooh' at fireworks?" Well, I might pick up something, too. I don't have anything to wear to a 'meet-the-President' event. But I don't think we should over do it, this is in the southwest, where clean boots and a string tie is 'dressing up.'"When we got back to the campgrounds, she spent the rest of the evening planning what to wear to shop for things to wear, and where to go. Io helped, thus cementing her female credentials.