While I making it I was thinking to myself about the best way to get the ball rolling, this was too good an opportunity to miss. ‘Back in a min,’...I said. I nipped into my bedroom and quickly took of my skirt and top and changed my panties for a tiny black g- string that barely covered my sex, but also matched the suspenders and my best push up bra. When I walked back into the lounge they both had their backs to me looking out of the window. I stood for a minute listening to them chatting. . It was the way she preferred it. She was in the relationship for the sex just like he was. Aunt Linda was the woman I first held in my arms. Together, she and Aunt Dorothy taught me what women like and want and need, how to please and fuck and eat and stroke and tease them until they begged for cock. Neither of my aunts would ever marry. As Aunt Dorothy said, if they needed a man for sex, they could find one. For love, they had each other, sleeping together in a queen-sized bed in the master. 45 and my wedding ring. That’s it. I called to Trish to bring me a pair of shorts and I’ll leave the process of her getting them on me while I was holding a man at gunpoint to your imagination. Whatever you’re thinking, yeah, that’s about right. It was awkward.Before long, we had plenty of company. The cops cuffed the intruder and took my statement. Apparently, he was an illegal. No surprise there. By the time the cops were gone and I’d screwed a piece of plywood over the hole in the back door,. We were both raised to be clean, we were the type that wanted to wait until we were married. Oh we had girlfriends, but it never went to more than girlfriends. We were also both straight. One key thing though. I may have been straight, but whenever I looked at porn, whenever I had a fantasy, it always involved guys. I dont know why, it was just what got me off. And the main fantasy involved Ryan. His house. Whenever I pictured the scene, I only had to Jack off for about 5 minutes before I blew.