She asked me if I had a washer and a dryer. Yes I did. She the asked me to take her to my home, then she walked behind me to my car so that I could bl...ck her from being seen. There were hardly any people around at that hour and no one seemed interested in looking at her anyway.At my house I showed her where the bathroom was, my bedroom, and the washroom off the kitchen. I then told her to make herself to home. I went into the living room with my beer and started grading papers.Soon Christie. She could give seductive looks on some pictures which gave me an instant boner nevertheless. As I was busy minding my food, and was occasionally looking at her cleavage, a question suddenly was posed to me. My cousin Eve suddenly asked me "Hey, do you still make music John"? The question came unexpected as I was looking frustratingly to her child which had now wiped his nose against a jacket of mine which lay on the couch. "Erhmm... yea I still play guitar occasionally. Why?" She looked at me. He was a blond kid, but he didn't act blond. He was also slightly past college age, but not a lot. He did have a bike rider's body. That was a body not quite as skinny as a runner's body."I think the motor on my bike is gone. It seized yesterday," I explained.He rolled the bike through the showroom and into the back workroom. "Lucille," he said to the older chubby lady who was cleaning, what was obviously, a donated bike. "Would you watch the front. while I take a look at Ms Stone's bike?" Sure. Aunt moved down and licked all over my neck and shoulder removing the buttons of the shirt. She opened three buttons and removed my shirt to expose my chest. Then she came down to my nipples, kissing on the chest. She was moving her soft hands all over my upper body inside the shirt and was giving me the pleasure I never had before.She kissed on my left chest and pinched the right nipple. “Uff” I moaned. She again pinched it harder just to hear me moan again. She licked the left nipple with the.