I opened the envelope and removed the pictures. They simply were pictures of me and my friends at the beach. Aunt Pat gave me a minute to look at the ...ictures and asked if I saw what she meant. I said no and with that she came over and sat down on the right arm of the recliner. She leaned over real close and told me to take a good look at my bathing suit in the top picture. When I did not only did I see what she meant but remembered the incident leading up to the photo.The picture was of me and. Polar opposite in style and substance but both so enjoyable. Her waxing salon had left me so soft. I had thanked her many times.When we were in the pool that day, relaxing after a tender session of passionate orgasm giving, I asked her if she and T.J. had ever done anything with other couples or singles. She said that he really wanted a three-some with two girls but they had never found the right person, not that they had looked very hard. I just looked at her hungrily. It hit her like a ton of. Suddenly, she tapped on my head gently and I looked up. She scraped the cum over her boobs with her index finger and seductively licked it all over. Wow! This is really happening! I got on my feet and looked confusedly into her eyes.Auntie was the one who made the move that day. She kissed my lips and slowly slid her tongue to my ears and whispered, “Took you long enough to do that.” I was actually shocked now. She was waiting for that? I couldn’t understand. But who cares about that now?I. "Ha," I thought wryly, "as if any part of this outfit is 'necessary.' Well, maybe the shoes," I added to myself.Then I had an odd thought. The shoes were mine and they were a necessity. What Ken had provided was not. Like my life. I had all that was necessary. I could have had a professional build the deck, but it would have been just a deck. There would have been no memories attached to it. What Ken brought was the joy. He brought color and depth, and ... fun. Well, Becky was fun too, but I.