But honestly, I didn’t really mind, it actually kind of turned me on. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, over the last 18 years she grew into a bea...tiful woman. I wondered if she looked any different since the last time I saw her before starting my junior year of college. I imagined her breasts filling out a bright orange tank-top, testing the limit of the fabric. I imagined a black lace bra holding them tightly, and I thought about her hard nipples imprinting on the lacy fabric. It was all a. "Joey," she said in a sing-song voice as she stepped off the porch and gave me a big hug. I wasn't sure exactly what to do so I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back uncomfortably. She stepped back and wrung her hands in the apron she was wearing. She was a wholesome looking woman in her mid-to-late forties with a sweet face and a gentle smile."I'm your Aunt Claire," she said pleasantly and then a sad look came over her face. "We were so sad to hear about your mother and father. We. Still, I didn’t throw anybody over to be with her.”“Would you have?” she asked.“I don’t know, I’d like to say no, but I honestly don’t know. At that age, I might have.”“That’s the problem,” she downed her sherry, “I can’t say that if I was young and pretty I wouldn’t chase after a young doctor or lawyer if I had the chance and not worry about whether he was involved with someone. So, as hurt and disappointed as I was, I still can’t hate them.”“No, I can’t say I hate my ex either. But if it’s. ” Do you like it?” He asked. I nodded. “Don’t be scared, its ok, go ahead and touch it, play with it all you want.” He said invitingly. At this I touched the tip noting how soft it was, then I wrapped my small hand around the shaft being unable to fully close it around its girth. Caressing as I went, I worked my way lower and lower to his ball sack and hefted his big heavy testicles. The whole apparatus fascinated and terrified me at the same time. A couple more minutes of this passed and he.