Aunt Joan stood up and told me I need the bathroom now shall I leave it unflushed for you today David? If you feel Ok with that I told her yes its up ...to you.She replied feels kind strange but Im OK with it now that I know your wife is Ok with it.She stood up spreading her ample thighs and I got a good look at her sparsly haired bush and a good look at her slit.Give me a few minutes dave then you can have the bathroom.She trotted down the hall and into the bathroom closing the door but not. I wished I could see her cunt opening wide, spreading into a huge oval around his thick black shaft. My cock was throbbing as I watched him pumping my wife with long, deep, pleasurable strokes.With a quick movement, he hooked his arms under Sharon's legs and shoved them back on either side of her tits. In this position, her cunt was totally open to him and best of all, I could now see his huge black cock as he withdrew it then rammed it back into her cunt. He hammered into her, driving her. She was thirty-six and dad forty when I was born.They had some sort of epidemic back in thirty-two to thirty-six. It had caused a lot of changes in the world. We lost two percent of the population worldwide. May not sound like much, but the world’s population was in the nine billion at the time. Afterwards, a lot of men found they had fertility problems, and women didn’t ovulate as often.A lot of the over sixty males died from unusual complications, and a lot of women suddenly found themselves. I again asked louder, as if it would help whatever it was, to hear. "Did you come to haunt us"? "No". The voice whispered softly, it's echo tinier than a butterfly's wing-beat. "Will you harm us"? I shouted, sounding like a fool, talking to myself. "No". The voice came from within my head, it was soft and feminine sounding. I looked back down at Mr. Zoots, he seemed to be relaxing slightly, as if he was part of our conversation. "Who are you?" I whispered. Softer than a lovers sigh,.