"Josey 69" was really Denise. Ticking all the boxes with her average body, lovely emerald Green eyes and soft and long Brown hair down to her shoulder...which was worn loosely on her shoulders. "Hi," I said, "does your guy have any idea what he has?" "He does" she replied, "just does know how to treat it". I put Denise at easy, and after a couple of drinks, we were like old friends. The conversation became flirty like the emails with lots of innuendoes, she became very relaxed playing with her. Which also meant that exercise was tough for her given the depression of just being a mom and housewife. Her giddy behavior at my compliments told me that she wasn't even being paid much attention. I pretended to excuse myself for a moment and as I walked out of the room, I saw her reaching for her purse to check her pocket mirror for makeup, lipstick, and hair. She adjusted her red blouse to expose a bit more of her and looked a little disappointed at her short and thick body.I could tell she. ‘Oh darling that’s so nice … more please’. I zeroed in on her swollen clit as her juices started to trickle and flow. I firmly licked her button before sucking the engorged nub between my teeth. I nibbled gently and, as she grasped hold of my head, she sighed and moaned. I inserted a digit in her wet sex to lubricate my finger and tentatively stroked her most private recess … she gasped … ‘ooh you naughty boy … that’s your Aunt’s bottom’! Much encouraged I pressed my moist finger against her. But over the next fewminutes she became calm, and then limp, until she was just lying therequietly and motionlessly. I sat on my bed and started eating my meal.Vinny looked at me in horror. "Dyv, how can you eat after all that?"The others looked at me, even Cam. The truth was, it didn't bother me allthat much, I suspected something like that could happen here, but moreimportantly. "I'm not giving them a reason to do that to me. He said'meal time,' I'm eating."Most of them looked at each other.