I had met the other two in town on shopping trips. There was Edna, a rough-and-ready little brunette, the joker in the pack, with a coarse sense of hu...our, and Grace, a slightly chubby and stilted grande dame who had never done a day's work in her life because her parents had money and then she had married a well-to-do businessman with fingers in a lot of pies including a Ford car dealership. Grace wore too much makeup in an effort to add something to the perfectly good face which she spent too. She noticed my bulge on my shorts and said “Looks like a huge tool beta” and I was embarrassed and I smiled and said “Not that big” she gave a naughty smile.Dont be shy I am your aunty only let it out, let it out free, I was very shy and hesitated, she said let me do it, she sat next to me on the sofa, that only made my cock even harder and it was throbbing, she moved my hands aside and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my zip all the way down and there was my bulge tightly buried inside my inner. She responded by telling me that she hadn’t had intercourse for over 10 months since the other day when you guys overtook us and I hope you don’t get the wrong idea of me but if your that hard I want to fuck you again. She turned towards me feet and got on my backwards inserting my cock into her still drenched cunt. She began riding me backwards and bucking into me at a rapid pace. Watching her ass slam into me was unbelievable. This woman was as hot and horny as anyone I had ever been exposed. ”“He’s got money, has he?” I said.“He’s rich. But before you ask that has nothing to do with me wanting a divorce, nothing,” she said. “I know you could be a millionaire if you wanted. Money was never that big a deal for you or for me.” I nodded. I knew that what she said was true.“Of course, my answer is no. I do not want to meet him or know anything about him. And I sure as hell do not want him to be paying me back for your ops,” I said.“Okay, I understand,” she said.“Okay, so then why?” I.