What was I doing? I looked down at the notepad in front of me only to find an extremely graphic, if somewhat crude, drawing staring back at me. I felt...my face grow hot as I leaned over the desk in an effort to hide my work. ‘Bring it to me, now.’ It was not a request, it was a command. I desperately wanted to refuse, but I knew that would be a wasted effort. Slowly I rose from my desk clutching the now crumpled paper in my hand, and began the long walk to the front of the room. The silence was. My great aunt obviously enjoyed her seclusion. Her house was nestled in a quaint forested area with neighbors on both sides, just a quarter mile distance on both sides. That suited me fine, I enjoyed the quite anyway. We both grabbed our bags, I tipped the cab driver and we burst into the lovely home that was once my great aunts. The house was gorgeous. A large, spacious living room that lead into a modern kitchen with amazing amounts of sunlight. My bedroom was on the first floor, an enormous. His eyes hungrily drink in her fully exposed body for the first time, and he tells her how fucking hot he finds her. She teasingly bats her eyelids at him, easily falling back in to their natural flirting, and tells him it takes one to know one. His hands reach to the side of the bed and finds the champagne bottle, dribbling some on to her body, moving quickly to lick the bubbles from her tantalising skin. She jumps slightly at the feel of the cold liquid on her body, at the feel of how sexy it. She turned back, rimming the head of my member, smiling and said, “I’ve wanted a man for a long time, I haven’t had any good sex with boys since our ‘training session.' You don’t mind do you?” I replied, “No, but your mother can’t find out." Thinking about how things had only started getting better after my wife had caught me fucking my dear cousin in the parking lot at a family wedding in the back of her car. I had blamed it on the booze and happy occasion and she was over it like many of our.