The techs were happy, as they’d won the ‘place’ stakes. Several of my colleagues had won on Count Chivas, but most of them had bet on him to ‘...in.’ The sole secretary who’d put her money on Saintly was delirious and told all of us that nearly all of her winnings would go back to the church.On Friday I went to see the Chappell play. It takes place in a ward of a hospital. The title Only when I laugh is in response to the question, “Does it hurt?” It was funny, silly and quite enjoyable – even. By now I had removed my hand from my wifes wet pussy, and I sat there thinking that maybe this couple was a pair of vice cops posing as a couple in order to catch perverts like my wife and I. We love the show, and I am not talking about this movie. I heard the man tell my wife. My dick was still hanging out of my pants and it was getting a bit limp, when I felt a hand that wasnt my wifes petting my cock. It sprang back to life. She stroked my cock and cupped my balls with her other hand. My. “Damn, Scooter, uh sorry, I mean Sara,” he said.“You can call me Scooter if you like.”She kicked off her heels and then hopped up onto the cushioned bench and stood with her bare feet on either side of him and her cunt inches from his face. She looked down into his eyes.“You like to eat pussy, Charlie?”He nodded and croaked an ‘Uh Huh’.“Good,” she said. “Eat mine.” She put her glistening gash to his lips.He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her. Read it in a zoo-keeping book.”I did my best not to move before we were out of danger. How many boys get to drive down the road, their aunt’s breasts pressing the backs of their hands at every animal? Not many, I’ll bet.That was when Mother interrupted our excursion, but I don’t think she saw. She and Father were going to Grandma’s for a visit. Did we want to go, her asking rather than declaring meaning that she knew I’d say no thanks. In that case, Aunt Holly and I could put away the rest of.