"Hi Aunt Wendy." Have a good time?" Oh yeah. Awesome. We went on paddle boats, went on rides at this huge fair, and went in the pool like every day." ...Great. Lots of cute boys around?" Emphasize the heterosexual as much as possible, she thought.Jenna giggled. "OH yeah."Later, after Jeremy was asleep, Jenna was finishing up her packing as Wendy walked by her room. She had readied herself for bed, knowing she had to get up early to catch her plane, and she had a knee length terrycloth nightshirt. I stared, riding along with my head moving up and down in time with the bounce of her tits. "It makes me feel so good."I couldn't agree more. Despite the chance that she would suddenly look over and catch me staring, I kept my eyes fixed on her. She kept riding on, leaning back even further, almost lying on the horse's rump. Her t-shirt pulled out of her riding pants, baring her belly with just a hint of fuzzy blondish hair reflecting the sunlight. What a sight. She seemed to be part of the. A wicked smile spreads like spilled milk across my husband's face. With her other hand she smartly slaps my ass! I cry out in surprise and pain and humiliation. First I bring her to climax even as I remain yet unsated, then she raises her hand against me!I turn, my own hand upraised to show her who is the þrall and who is the mistress, but I find it caught in my husband's tight grip. My cheeks flush and redden in my mounting humiliation, to have my own husband discipline me in front of the. Paul had never smoked or taken any kind of drugs. He didn't even take aspirin. When he'd gotten sick, I'd given him an ordinary Motrin pill and it had knocked him out for nearly the whole day. His system had no tolerance for most drugs or chemicals. That gave me an idea.I got two cans out of the refrigerator. The first was his Pepsi. The next was another can of Dos Equis. I figured that if one can, could make him silly and happy. The second can might make him talk. It was sneaky and.