She draped an arm over my shoulders.“So, are you going to order the casting kits?”I nodded, trying to act normal. “I’ll have to mow a bunch of...lawns to get that much money,” I said.“If I get to keep the mold after you’re done with it,” she said, “I’ll pay for mine.”“What would you do with a mold of your breasts?” asked my mother, chuckling.Aunt Christy cupped her breasts and looked down at them. “They won’t always look like this,” she said. She bobbed them up and down. “Someday I’ll have to use. .AHHHHHHH!” Her hips bucked hard into my face. I clamped down on her clit, and held on through the ride. Slamming two fingers into her pussy, I felt the unmistakable contract-and-release of an orgasming vagina. I sawed my fingers in and out, while lapping her clit. Even before coming off one orgasm, she started a second one, bucking, moaning, and occasionally cursing. I fingered her sopping wet pussy faster and faster, triggering more orgasms. I knew what I had to do. I released her clit from. She told me to sleep on the cot. I asked her to sleep with me. I got up on the cot and pulled her hands. She asked me not to make noise and came and slept near me on the cot. I hugged her tight. My cock was hard and was pressing on her thighs. I think she got some indication of my intent and so asked me to take my hands off and sleep properly. I started cajoling her and I was pleading and she asked me to be quite and let me hug her tightly as my grandpa, grandma and my cousins were sleeping in. “Iʼm sorry, Iʼve been such a disappointment to you.”“Well, Iʼm sorry too. God, whatʼs happened to you, Helen? You were beautiful when I married you. Other guys even used to whistle at you. But ever since our wedding night when you proved you were no woman at all in bed youʼve let yourself go. Itʼs no wonder I...”“Why, Larry? Why must you go and be with other women? Iʼll fix myself up. Iʼll...”“Too late now, Helen. You couldnʼt provide what I need so Iʼve gotten it elsewhere and, frankly, itʼs a.