You should know to call me Auntie. Now, why are you here my child? Calm down girl, this needn't be scary. Auntie is here for all of you.”Auntie seem...d to know what she was doing, Em was already feeling calmer and safer. It was time to fess up. The first step to getting help was admitting the problem. “Please Auntie, I’ve been making… bad decisions, mistakes, being stupid. I’ve screwed up, and I know I screwed up, but I can’t stop making the same mistakes over again.”Auntie smiled again, “Its. Almost reeling with surprise he managed to ask: ‘What was that for?’ ‘I just wanted to kiss Santa Claus, my hubby, before he had his beard on’ she laughed back. He put his beard on (after wiping her cherry red lipstick off) and the door opened with the first child to see Santa. The rest of the day was spent for him mixed between looking and listening at the kids on his knees and looking over to his ‘wife’ and played with various mages of mental undressing. He kept looking at her firm darkened. At the same time, his fingers were under me, probing inside my cunt, pinching my clit, tweaking it, rubbing it, trying to make me cum quickly."NO!" Again I yelled. "You'll have to wait, Gramps. Mom and I are busy now. I've got to clean your stuff out of her. You can have your turn later." And like a chastened little puppy, Gramps went to sit in the corner, in the same chair where I had warmed myself up as I had watched him and Mom get it on.The bed was now ours, Mom's and mine. I had seen her. "Excuse me, Doctor, I was looking for Doctor Brown, the forensic specialist for the Metro."The man looked at her over his thick glasses."Not going to find him, are you? At least not with him up in Scotland at the training course."She could see he was enjoying her discomfort."I am Martha Goodpenny. My dear departed husband, Chief Inspector Goodpenny used to coordinate the police and lab paperwork for many years."He looked at her with the hint of some amusement in his steely grey eyes." I know.