My balls grew tight under my jerking fist and his my hard-on began to leak out some clear stuff and I felt myself beginning to get my feeling, when…...Oohh..suddenly I heard my Aunt Vicky coming down the hall!I barely had time to pull the sheet up over the magazine and the book when Aunt Vicky walked into his room, carrying an arm load of folded laundry, fresh from the dryer.”I saw your light on and…” Aunt Vicky said, and then paused, her eyes looking directly at the outline of my hard-on under. At that instant I felt like kneeling and sucking at her toes. I had never thought about sucking on a girl’s toes, but Mrs. G had some sexy toes. As I kept moving my eyes up her legs, I could closely admire her curvy tan legs, they looked silky smooth as her robe did that morning. I could imagine her legs up in the air resting on my shoulders as I fucked her brains out. My fantasy was disrupted by her sexy voice. “Hi, thanks for coming. Come on in”, said Mrs. G. I quickly tried to make eye. Earlier, this afternoon the two of us had loaded all of my belongings into the coach and I was now being driven to the society's hall in London.It was my last initiation and I would go home immediately after. It would probably be the shortest one on record. I had no doubt but that I was being called on to initiate the ugliest and least desireable of the Queen's vast family.I leaned out the window, "We're here, Bently. There is an ale pub down the street. Come back here in about an hour. I. Oh well. "Our sex life was wonderful," she continued. "It was all I could hope for. We were like two peas in a pod, if you'll pardon the expression. We seemed to be able to read each other’s moods, knew what we wanted, knew how to sexually satisfy each other. It was amazing. I never wanted it to end." She got quiet at that point and I could tell that something was wrong. She leaned in closer to me, laying her head on my shoulder and, by the way her body was shaking, I knew she was.