I went back to Aunt Natalie's house straight after the funeral and got talking to a friend of my Aunt's. I guess he was about 50. He'd been a co-worke... at the office where she worked, and I suspected that he might also have been a lover. Aunt Natalie had never married. He certainly seemed very upset by her loss, and as we talked on the front terrace of her house he took my hand and I comforted him.And it seemed quite natural for me to comfort him in any way I could. Words didn't seem enough. I. The skirt was tight at the waist, showing off the curve of her hips, and it was cut short enough to show quite a bit of leg. She turned this way and that, enjoying how pretty she looked.Then she frowned. Her hair was a mess from all that water. She looked in the locker again and found a purse on the small shelf inside. There was a hairbrush and some make-up inside, along with her wallet and car keys. She looked in the wallet. The driver's license still had the same information, except the name. I reached out my hand and caressed the hip and bottom in front, and I looked closer. It was not an ass I recognized, it was a man’s ass!The hairs on the ass confirmed that. Then I heard a high whining voice say “Please daddy, you said you would fuck me. Please fuck me daddy.” I could not tell who he was, his face was pushed into a pillow so his voice was muffled.I could not stop myself. I rubbed the precum that was leaking from the tip of my cock down the head then shaft, and moved forward. I. ." Aren looked longingly at her daughter's impressive bosom.Maxine sighed as she slapped some more water in her face, noticing thatshe could stretch her own face quite a bit, to a disturbing degree. Shetugged out her cheek and watched her entire face deform along with it.Carefully she let her cheek slap back into place. "Maxine's gotta worktomorrow morning." Oh don't worry. This beauty has a copy feature." Aren played aroundwith the futuristic looking gun, aimed at the ground, and with a flash.