When Aunt Shirley called Friday night about her trip to see us the following weekend, I asked for her opinion. After all, having been divorced three t...mes and currently engaged to someone else, plus who knows how many boyfriends who never bothered to propose, she would have been courted by so many guys that she would certainly have an idea or two that I could use. ‘I’ve had guys try to wow me with their muscles, their wit, their charm, and plenty of other things as well,’ she replied, ‘but. Finally, he saw her black, trimmed pussy. Lastly, he saw her shapely thighs as her robe slid from her beautiful shoulders to fall to her feet in the way he had already fallen head over heels for her. He couldn’t wait to see her naked ass. He wondered if he asked her, if she’d turn around and bend at the waist and touch her toes in front of him. He wondered if he asked her, if she’d give him hot sex. He wondered if from this point on, if she’d clean her kitchen naked. Thinking about asking her. Everything was solid, there just wasn't that much of it.It wasn't as cute as his ass, but, then again, what was?He was detumescent. Isn't that a lovely sounding word?When you read the classics of erotic literature, you read detumescent, rather than limp. I'm not uneducated.I may have been shallow and lazy, but I do read and I have a fine mind. Vocabulary was never a problem.Jeff was eighteen, and in what should be his sexual prime. I had little doubt that I could coax him to tumesce. I could. As I approached, Brett opened his eyes and gave me the warmest smile I had seen for a long while. Our eyes met and I new straight away that everything was ok between us. I felt my dick begin to stir as I sat down in a chair nearby."Good morning and how are you on this fine day young Brett?" I asked. "Just fantastic Dan, just great " he answered."Are you ready for a bit of work to keep your fitness up?" I asked as I fought off the lustful thoughts invading my mind. Brett smiled again and said in.