I asked swathy aunt to change her dress and have a good sleep. To which she refused to say that she was really tired to go change up and would change ...t later. After arranging all the luggage swathy aunty gave me a hug and went to sleep.I didn’t leave the room for some time, pretending to search for my car key. I couldn’t stop thinking about her hug. I started to think as to how it would feel if our naked bodies hugged each other. Ever since a very small child swathi aunt would hug me every now. ..yes.. just like that... just like that... Stretch my little pussy out... ohh yes... stretch it good...OH...Yes...ohh...yes....yes...yes...yes.." she moans as she tries to shove her fingers deeper into her tight pussy. "Oh.yes...deeper..deeper...oh..oh..oh..oh..oh..deepeerrrr..yeeesss...." She knows that shes coming close to an orgasm but she doesn't want to cum yet. She wants to cum using her "toy" first. "I think my little hole is stretched enough" she moans as she reaches for the Ice Cream. If procrasturbating were an Olympic sport, I’d be a fucking gold medalist. But like I said, I don’t need help—I’ve designed a system: I get ready an hour ahead of time so that I’m free to touch myself until the very last second, until I need to get on with my daily schedule. I take my shower , blow dry my hair, and get fully dressed (except for pants, which I take out of the drawer and leave at the foot of the bed) before I lie down, close my eyes, and start the cycle.If not a full-on. I loved Jo, that was fin’s girly name. We shopped together, went away for girly weekends, and joined clubs. It was like having a sister at times. I know your mum is my best friend and even more a sister to me since Fin passed but at that time she was courting your dad and all that it brought.I couldn’t take my eyes off Aunty Bev. She seemed far away as she talked but her hand in mine felt reassuring to us both.Aunty Bev continued “ The wigs and the false breasts are Jo’s, in fact I have pretty.