I kissed all over her face neck and shoulder and back to her lips again and my hands were busy to find out the way to hold her boobs. By that time she...has also started feeling the heat and moaning aaahhhaa. I can feel the warmth of her body. Finally i moved her bra a bit and hold her fresh, lovely, round and soft boobs. I was in heaven and enjoying every bit of that movement. She was also enjoying and not stopping to do anything. Her sound of aahhhh has increased a bit. I was pressing her boobs. Neither she nor her husband cared for housework, and they did just enough to keep it halfway sanitary ... usually. It was Liz who she was really jealous of. Her house was always clean, but her husband Ed, helped her."Oh how I wish David would help out a little sometimes," she lamented, as she tiredly put the second load of laundry into the washing machine. Of course he would never stoop to do anything as menial as "woman's work" as he called it.She remembered the night she'd asked him to help. I open my eyes to see him smiling and holding a large cotton bath sheet. He approaches and wraps me in it and in his arms at the same time – I am surprised to find that the towel is warm and snuggly soft. We step from the bath onto the soft mat at the base of the tub. He uses the towel as a venue for running his hands over my tingling body – yes, drying, but not in any way I have ever dried myself after a shower. Each stroke holds hidden sensuality. He spends extra time holding and squeezing. I was sitting on a short work stool which placed his cock as eye-level. He was now directly in front of me still shaking his cock from the base.“My Dad told me all about you Uncle Marty – everything. He said you’re quite talented too and if Lynn’s not going to satisfy my needs, you’d be more than happy to do so. Is that right Uncle Marty? Do you want to suck my cock like you suck my Dad’s?” he asked.By now, my heart was beating a mile a minute, my panties were tented, and my head was spinning.