Confused about Morgan’s welcoming statement, Aunt Jean sat down next to him and he dumbly gave over for her to hold the other end of the wine list.�...�What will you be having tonight? Beef, chicken, fish or pork?” she asked me. My mind still dwelling on Morgan’s statement didn’t respond and she asked again.“Oh. Sorry Aunt Jean. Uh. I think I’ll have lasagne with meat sauce and a glass of Zinfandel. I’m not too well versed on wines but I do know red goes with meat dishes and white with fish. Beyond. She pulled down her pants. She wasn’t trying to be seductive. She was preparing for love making. I watched her. Her pubic hair was natural and bushy, the way I like it. Her breasts were on the large side of a B cup and her nipples pointed straight at me.Where Becky was muscular, Amanda was all curves. She wasn’t chubby, just had a layer of baby fat all over. It showed in her dimples.Making love to Amanda was laid back. I got a little nervous when she talked me into anal sex. I had never done it. I give him a little bit of work but do not take him all the way. As I stand he pushes against me. I lift my leg and start to mount his manhood. I have never made love in the shower before. I feel the hot water running down my body as he pushes deep inside me. We start to move in rhythm. The water starts to feel cooler as my body heats up. I feel him deeper inside me and I take a deep breath. We are moving like we are one person. I feel myself on the edge. I feel the burning in my stomach just. I entered the coffin.After closing the door, it was incredibly dark. I heard Cicero come into the room, then start humming to himself. After a moment, he said, “Are we alone? Yes ... yes ... alone.” He laughed maniacally. “Sweet solitude. No one will hear us, disturb us. Everything is going according to plan. The others ... I’ve spoken to them. And they’re coming around, I know it! The wizard, Festus ... perhaps even the Argonian, and even the un-child.” His voice showed distaste when.