"She was my Aunt who...let's just say...provided me with confidence building experiences of the sexual kind."Shocked I leaned across the table and his...ed, "Do you mean i****t?"Chuckling he said, "Not really. She was my father's brother's wife, so we were related by marriage not blood. Anyway we were both consenting adults." Did your Uncle know?" I think he did. I think it turned him on. Doesn't matter, Alex doesn't have an Aunt Rosy. Maybe I should find him an escort, maybe, one about thirty,. ’ ‘Well, so what, he always has a six-pack or so?’ ‘Look. Haven’t you figured it out by now? If he hasn’t had any, don’t ask for anything. If he has had two or three you can ask for almost anything. But if it’s more than three, or if that little brown bottle has come out of hiding, then you just stay away. I call it ‘beer gauging’. ‘Wow! Damn you’re smart. How come I never figured that out?’ ‘Well, uh, I guess I have had a few more years to figure it out, that’s all!’ ‘Huh. Hmm. I’ll try to. Nevertheless I was delighted to see that he was unable to stop his eyes wandering down to the openness of my robe and I dared to look down to see the soft curves of partially covered breasts and feigned embarrassment. As I moved forward to take the pizza I needed to hold the door with my elbow causing the fabric to allow further exposure of my naked breasts, then suggested he hold the door as I called to my husband to ask where my purse was, just to make his presence known.Turning away from. One hand moved to her breast to play with a nipple, rolling the little bud between my finger. With my other hand, I slid my fingers inside her, first one, then two fingers. Holding her tightly against me, my fingers worked their magic on her. The palm of my hand rubbed her hot and hard clit while my fingers tormented her G-spot, fucking me wildly. "Oh, John!" She moaned, turning to kiss me. Her lips hungered for the taste of mine, but she received only a fleeting kiss from me, a promise for.