My aunt came home, droped her briefcase in the foyer, and walked into the family room. arather short, "Hi" was all she said. I replied, and asked her...how her day had gone. "I am so fucking angry!", she growled. Inside, I panicked, thinking my dealings with Gloria had somehow been discovered, but managed a "What happened?" She told me a guy who served on the same committee as she did had made her very uncomfortable by making suggestive comments and leering at her at the meeting. I asked her. She opened the suitcases one at the time. I am still under my male clothes, nervous to show my passion and fetish to her. She was calmed and in control of the situation. She asked to wait in the room while all the stuff in her luggage was put away, in the closet, inside the drawers, even in the huge bathroom.I waited with tons of anticipation, wondering what was going to happen that night. She came out the bathroom just wearing her normal clothes. Nice pants, a transparent blouse showing. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.I said, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.Moral to this story : Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him. The waitress asks them. Hee... eease" she'd now cry.Still having her by the hair I pulled her head back close to my face and said "We're in the middle of fucking nowhere, bitch"Veins were popping out of my dick, by this time I was good and hard, I wish I could've trusted her with her hands unrestrained, I would've loved a hand job from her. I bent her over the bed, to admire that ass and then began to spank her. As hard as I could, she would fall to her knees sometimes but I'd pick her right back up. How I wanted to.