.."Then Aunt Alex rose and walked briskly out of the room. At the archway to the stairs she stopped. Without turning around, she spoke. "Trevor, aren'... you coming?"He looked left and right. Nope, no one there; she must be talking to him. And she hadn't waited for an answer, either; she was already going up the stairs. He jumped up and trotted behind.As he got to the foot of the stairs, Aunt Alex was disappearing down the hallway at the top. By the time Trevor got upstairs, she was nowhere in. Anyway, after eating and talking, she invited me home with her and of course I accepted. When we got to her place, she treated me like a king, anything I wanted, she catered. She was everything a man could ask for in a woman. Finally, we were drunk and I now had the courage to make a move on her, but she beat me to it. As i tried to kiss her, she pushed me on my back and sat on my chest, I looked in her eyes surprised and next thing i knew, I was chewing on dick. Felt strange to have a dick. The weather was perfect for my mood. As we approached our street, I noticed the stream was boiling over the top of the small bridge that spanned it. Always a cautious man, even in the throes of depression unlike any I had ever known; I stopped the car to check the situation first hand. To my surprise, and horror, I realized the bridge was actually gone! I almost drove into the raging stream with my two girls. My knees started shaking as I realized how close I had come to extreme danger and. Next thing I know Jen says she has had enough for one night and wants to head back to the Hotel. We are just about to leave when she invites Steve along for a night cap. As it turns out he is staying at the same hotel with a business group. The three of us get back to the hotel and fix us drinks Steve and Jen are shooting the shit and she as laughing like a school girl. Steve excuses him self and heads to the bathroom, I look at Jen and say what did you invite him back here for, and she.