We used to share our joys and sorrows together. I never hesitated in expressing myself in front of my Aunty as was I very frank with her. This frankne...s was a result of my stay with her for 3 years. We used to regularly go out to watch movies, to shop, to dine outside. I was completely dependent on my Aunty. She knew me very well and hence also knew my choice. From selecting my clothes to the kind of soap I used, she did it all for me. She was a complete woman for me. But then a strange change. I yelled, "THAT IS ENOUGH! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"The tough snarled, "Mind you own business unless you want some of the same thing that your friend is getting." Leave him alone! He is not big enough to give you a reasonable fight, much less a fair one. Neither am I, but I am armed and can take care of myself! Now, stop beating on that man, or I will blow your stupid fucking head off!"The tough dropped the cook and turned to me. He glared at me for a moment before drawing. I crawled up over her and kissed her mouth then rolled to lie beside her. She turned her face towards me and wriggled to settle comfortable, legs entwined, arm across my chest and idly played with a nipple. She cupped a breast and said, ‘See what I mean, you’re definitely not equal to Nellie in the Bristol department but equality and quality are not the same, are they?’ ‘You spend far too long gazing at Nellie’s knockers.’ ‘Well, they are hard to avoid, they damn near fill a room.’ I giggled. I couldn't manage to keep his cock in my mouth and pulled back allowing my lips to make a smacking sound. Prentice took his cock and slapped me across the face saying 'I want my dick sucked,' I looked up at him and said 'you're too big, I can't get all of it in my mouth.' Prentice answered 'than you better make it good and wet, I'm gonna bust that boy pussy of yours wide open.' I quickly reached into my drawer and retrieved the tube of lubricant, I returned to his cock and started to lick it.