This pattern continued for several weeks, him wanking me off and me remaining completely passive until eventually I could hold back no longer.One nigh... as he started to stroke me hard I reached across and pushed his bedclothes down so that I could see his erection in the dim light, he was, I thought a little larger than me, only slightly longer but with a thicker shaft. He held the root of his cock and pushed it up so that I could appreciate the full length, it looked amazing and I reached out. I tell him how I got a phone call telling me that he was dead and how I mourned for him. He explained to me that his real job was never really a computer programmer, but that he was in the military and what he was into was top secret. When the enemy got to his child and the child died he knew that they were on to him and had to get away to protect the rest of his loved ones including me. So he set it up to look like he died and had to make it look real. He could not tell anyone that he was. I’m Sophia by the way.’ ‘I’m Ally and my husband is Brad.’ We sat down at their table. Enrico stood and shook my hand holding eye contact before his eyes glanced at my body. Brad had said yesterday that other guys checked me out, and it was a confidence boost to see it was true. The three of us sat and chatted. Enrico’s eyes roamed freely and he had a smoldering intensity that was magnetic. I liked that attention and Sophia didn’t seem to care. After he had finished his drink he excused. It was then that I realized what she was talking about; she wanted me to take over pleasing her from Uncle Jim. I didn't know if I could do it, I mean I could do it, me and Alicia Foster had done it lots but she was just a k** like me. Aunt Heather was an adult and that had to be different. She slipped her hand into my PJs and put it around my hard-on. "When I saw this today, I knew I just had to hold it." That was all it took for me to shoot off right in her hand. I was mortified; here I was.