A delicate silver chain held a black spherical jewel, the inside of which seemed to swirl as if a black hole was in the centre. It was perfect.“How ...uch, Miss...?” I let the sentence hang, hoping for a name.“Esmeralda Smoke. But call me Esme.”“£100 for the necklace” Even business-like, her voice sounded seductive.“And for the box ... a kiss,” she finished.“Pardon?” I asked. Surely, I had misheard her.“£100 for the necklace and a kiss for the box.”I just stood there, the gears in my head slowly. I had always though of it as the brain dying, its last ditch effort to live as its body gave out. The white light tunnel, the visual cortex failing.I had to say floating in this pure light was pretty boring. I couldn't feel my body, nor move. If this was the afterlife I would go mad pretty soon. Maybe it was one of those lucid dream type things where you could change the world by will. I tried conjuring up Caitlyn, but nothing happened. I wondered if maybe she had survived, or perhaps she was. He fell asleep with a half-hard cock.The day went on like usual. Charlie's job was demanding, and he could not access his phone often. But every now and then, he would get a message with a gif of a pornstar choking on a ridiculous cock, or a random naked girl. Charlie would respond with similar messages as he had time.It was crazy, Charlie thought to himself when he was back at home, that he and this person had been talking for months, and were truly close friends without knowing basic facts. “Oh, you horny boy. You’re ready for another ride?” she asked in a singsong whisper as she started slowly sliding up and down my engorged penis. Aunt or not, if she was willing to give me another fuck, even if mistaking me for her husband, who was I to complain?She climbed up my body until just the tip was inside her and fucked herself with just my head as she said “Here, suck on these, will ya?” Finding a large mam in my face, I greedily sucked in her pointy nipple and nursed at her breast. I.