.. not just the tower, but the nature of the very island and the ocean that surrounds it. Most commonly, it appears as a fusion of arcane magic and un...athomable technology, a dark spire coursing with magic energy with too many floors to count, jutting impossibly from an otherwise deserted forested island in a clear blue sea.The demon butler, Jervale, surveyed the state of the tower from his location deep in the earth. To do so was his curse: long ago, he was granted sight over the entire tower. You can read my previous story “pleasure with aunt in village-part 1” to understand this story……and thanks for the feedback on my previous story and I’ll hope more from you and aunties, widows, granny are always welcome please feel free to give me a mail for my feedback at The story is a bit long so please bear me…… a small recap of the previous story……at an alone time my aunt was breastfeeding me along with her twin child’s and I was drinking her sweet milk like there is no tomorrow and she. ”They gave me some wild looks, then agreed to pay me for my share of the ship.“Great! Mister Secretary, where is the town’s treasury kept?”“We have a lock-box with ready money for expenses, but it doesn’t have anywhere near enough for that.”“How much does it have in it?”“Probably less than three Conchs.”“Where are the rest of the town’s funds?”“Uh, each of the council members keeps part of it for the town, so that they can pay for whatever needs to be paid for.”“What you just said was that any. I stand and wrap my arms around Tiffany, pulling her close. I kiss her full on the lips, sharing her sweetness. When we finish, she licks my chin, nose and upper lip clean."Mmmm, Tiffany, your sweetness is addictive." Mr. Blake, you were amazing! I should have let you do this days ago."We kiss as I lift Tiffany from the table and when she is standing, the kiss is broken. She straightens out her skirt as I pull up my boxers and trousers."Here, Mr. Blake, this is my address and phone number. My.