I’m not your Aunt Margie. I’m Dagmar.”Okay, this was totally out of left field. It had to be some kind of reaction to all the stress she was und...r, a temporary brain fart or something!I grabbed her shoulders and pleaded, “Aunt Margie, get ahold of yourself! You’re acting all weird on me!”She shrugged my hands off and said, “Hey, easy with the paws, buster! You’re gonna have to pay big money to treat me like that.” Then, tossing in yet another jolt and adding to my dismay, she ran her hand up my. “Yum! We taste good together. Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”“Oh, you definitely can, and if I don’t get out of here you undoubtedly will. You two enjoy and I’ll be back in a little while.”He crossed to his clothes, which were piled where he’d shed them the previous evening when we set about getting Carly warmed up. We watched him climb into his union suit, Carly laughing as he tucked his erection down his right thigh, where it created an obscene bulge, so he could button up.“Are you. However, I figured she was lying down after her flight and fell asleep. The wheels of my mind began turning, and I took my key, opened the door, and headed straight for the bed. There she was, lying in just her slip, positioned just right for my finger to awaken her desires.When she awoke, her whole body was ready to fuck. And we did too, for over an hour, with talk of a black man joining in on our hot action. I don’t know about her, but that evening, thoughts of the encounter raged through my. Helga is a grandmother herself, and sometimes she likes to ‘mother’ me. She’s a jewel of a secretary who has saved me from countless mistakes; it’s either that she has an awesome intelligence service working for her, or has a sixth sense, but she’s given me a ‘heads-up’ in good time on many occasions; she’s the main reason I seem so effective at fighting problems while they are still small enough to kill.I read something once, I forget where, but the message struck home. The article was.