My earlier orgasm had knocked the edge off it for me and I was able to absorb his actions and movements; listen to his grunts and the body slapping so...unds of the fucking. I loved it. Loved the feel of it, the thought of it and the raw action of it. I thought about the look of it. What does it look like? What do I look like doing this? How can I see myself? I pictured his stiff cock sliding into me, coated in my slime and the left over cum. This triggered off the deep stirring. . My aunt patted my back and asked, “Are you ok honey?” Tony laughed as I wiped cola from my face. “Oh goodness, just went down the wrong way. I’m fine thanks,” I said to her. Tony and I helped clean the dished and the three of us decided on a horror movie. We all sat on the sofa and watched the movie as it scared us at random. Tony and I sat on opposite side of my aunt and he would reach behind her and nickel my ear, neck and shoulder. Every touch he placed sent chills through me only adding to. ’ Gabby’s expression suggested that no reasonable person would take seriously such an absurd regulation. ‘Fran, honey,’ she explained, ‘there was no traffic.’ ‘There was an old lady crossing!’ Fran retorted indignantly. ‘You made her run for her life!’ ‘These old people,’ said Gabby coolly, ‘they’re nimbler than they make out.’ Yvonne had now joined us, and I asked her what she thought. ‘Wonderful, sir,’ she grinned. ‘When I get a car, I’m going to drive just like Gabby. Only faster,’ she. Each was carrying a bottle of liquid.“You must be carefull my son,” said the priest, “This is an extremely precious liquid.”“Oh! Yer,” said Joe, “What yer got der den.”“Well my son, this is a bottle of holy water, if I rub this on a woman’s tummy, she’ll pass a baby.”“Oh! Wow, dats nuffin,” sneered Joe, “This is a bottle of acid, an ifn I puts it on a dogs ball it’ll pass a motorbike.”An elderly couple, always arguing and trying to put each other down, were closing on their 60 anniversary..