She was useless for deepthroating. After a few quick face pumps she started pushing me away, so I pulled out. She had a stunned look on her face. You ...ee, I had never done anything like that before. Wanting to remove that stunned look from her face, I slapped her like a father would discipline his daughter in a moment of anger if she had been especially bad before he felt guilty and apologized. In short, not extremely hard, but not a gentle slap either. As you might expect, the slap only. This time, 12:15. At least the neighbors were slowing down with all the noise in the hallways.My cock didn't waste much time getting ready for business either, raising a nice little pup tent in the sheet that was d****d over my body. So I pulled back the sheet and got right to work, squeezing a good size plop of lotion into my palm and started seeking that familiar rhythm that would carry me to bliss and, hopefully, back to sleep. Soon that familiar feeling began to slowly build in my balls. It. "Give me just a minute," I told him as I scanned for Anna. Finding her, I tapped her mental shoulder.Is it urgent?" she asked. "I'm in the middle of a meeting at the moment." No big deal," I thought back. "I was thinking about going back into Jimmy's spinal cord. We can do it later." It looks like I'm going to be tied up here most of the day." Anna thought. "Maybe we can do something this evening?" That'll work," I told her. "Sorry to interrupt. I love you." I love you too," she thought. The sex this afternoon will be strenuous enough and all that sweat will just make it more enjoyable." All right," I agreed reluctantly.We finished eating and I put on my jeans and tee shirt. Aunt Marti put shorts and a halter-top. She gave a very non-sexual peck on the cheek as she told me where to find the axe and the wood. I made one last attempt to caress one of those magnificent tits. Aunt Marti blocked the hand without any effort.I sighed pitifully and went out to split wood.I went at it.