He has a regular girlfriend. I am not allowed to tell you her name, but he is the one who got me to ask you how you felt about me.”“If I guessed h...er name, would you tell me?” I asked, sure of myself.“O—Kay,” she said, turning in her seat and taking my hand.“Susan Gunnery?”“No,” she answered very quickly.“Barbra Stratton?”“No,” a little less quickly.I had just named the two ladies who had made multiple movies with James, Kara, and myself. She realized I had only four more names to go through and. I think of this as something very special for you and a dear friend, who will become your other husband once you have consummated your passion. I do not wish to take part in a threesome with you and Tim, although I may want to watch occasionally, and I have a little project in mind, but most of the time I will let you make love in the privacy of our bedroom or at his house while I get on with something else.”Ellie interrupted before I could explain more fully, “I'm still worried that you will. "Trust me?" Of course. With my life. You know that." I know. But I want you to relax for a second and don't make a scene. Ok?"I didn't know where she was going with this, but I nodded. My aunt reached down between us, and I felt her hand slide into the leg of my shorts, searching out and finding my stiffness. She tugged it forward gently, then I felt the material of my shorts move aside, and our connection was skin on skin. She wrapped her warm fingers around my shaft, and held me in place. "Slow, slow," he said. "I'll have to work them harder before Easter." But that Rogers boy just left," she said.He grunted.After an almost-silent meal, he departed in his light buggy, off to another of his curatures. The woman made me a map of the area, and I trailed after him, found a tavern and asked a few questions as was my habit. By nightfall, I was back at the small home of the Marshalls, told the woman that others shared her opinion of her husband, and asked how she had come to wed.