"Yes, she's fine, she's right here." Claire she mouthed, confused. She wasn't the only one."Hello?" I asked in turn, wondering how she'd gotten this n...mber; I'd called her on my cell phone. "Aunt Claire?" Thank goodness you're alright, Patricia," she said in a rush that didn't sound like her at all and I sighed."I'm fine, Aunt Claire, I told you I'd call when I got home. How did you get this number? Did Dad call you?" I paused and didn't hear anything. "Claire?" There's no need for panic, is. I lay on my back and closed my eyes. the massage felt nice then it stopped for a few moments and then I noticed she was massaging my hips and was slowly bringing my shorts down past my pubic hair. I felt a little breeze and then a wet cool, then warming sensation on my dick. She was sucking my dick! But I didn't open my eyes yet. She said man this feels good your a lot bigger than anyone I have seen! I smiled and began opening eyes and to my surprise, she was actually squatting down and fucking. When I moved out, my parents never reclaimed that family room. So whenever Samantha and I went to visit, we would take up residence in the lower level. My parents had my old twin bunk beds taken out and had put a queen sized bed in. They told me when they did this that they planned to get a king sized bed but that the bed would have taken up the entire room. The queen was just fine with Samantha and I.Samantha is a "cuddler." She enjoys touching, while awake, asleep and anytime in between. I. He told me how he liked the way I looked in the stockings and the t-shirt looking like a mini dress, he once again emphasised that he wasn’t gay but saw me as a girl replacement while he couldn’t get a girl, which looking back was cruel but I was so desperate to enjoy his body and for him to enjoy mine that at the time I didn’t really worry about it. He talked about how he liked heels and girls underwear, so I vowed to myself I’d get some to turn him on. He told me how he loved filling my arse.