Aunt Katrina never married; I suppose no-one could stand her sharp tongue."Your shirt will be dry soon son," she said looking at me."Thank you I'll go...then as I'm sure you want to lock up and go to bed." Can't you stay, I know I shouldn't let strangers into my house, but you have been so kind to me and here I'm asking you to stay. I'm sure you don't want to keep an old has been company, when you have a nice young girlfriend or wife to look after," she said in reply."I have neither and your. She spat. She threw her purse down and stomped over to me with her hands raised. I flinched, expecting her to hit me. I closed my eyes, waiting for a blow to the head, chest, face, anywehere. Something. I kept thinking in my head how stupid are you?! Why did you do this?!. But then, I felt her hand in my hair. I opened my eyes. She stood there, 2 inches from my face, smiling and twirling my hair. He looked just as confused as I was, until a smile creeped across his face. You mad, baby? She bit. .dear friend. I'm glad you were able to make things right for her." Anya could tell that Rachel wanted to give her a hug, but Jack's personality still had its rough masculine edges. Well, that would wear off in time. "That's why we had to change you the first day, so we could establish the revised reality. Otherwise, your story wouldn't have had any consistency."Rachel smiled. "Pretty thorough, aren't you? Just like your grandmother said."Anya blushed slightly at the compliment. "So. I am a proper panty perv and love licking and sniffing her knickers.Anyway, one night I was fast asleep and dreaming. I was walking in our bedroom when I saw a pair of her white lace brazilian briefs on the floor....we have a matching pair of these....I pick them up and have a deep sniff and lick. They taste different to normal, stickier, thicker texture...my heart started racing...recognising the taste from when I clean my own knickers....The question is whose cum was it that had leaked from.