The weeks and months that followed were filled with unimaginable sensual delights, one after another. Like clockwork, I would appear at her door on Tu...sdays and Thursdays after school. Then I would receive some very fine schooling, indeed.Every time I thought I had reached the ultimate in sexual pleasures, Aunt Carmen promptly followed it with a new climax. I became a prisoner in her world of sensuality... and I lived for every second! I adored Auntie, needed her; craved her so!Aunt Carmen. Although wedid some of the Goth music, we could not replace Steve and his drum kitfor an electronic version that was not as annoying as he owned our bandtransport, an aging Transit that was well past its use by date.One night, at a gig on the Gold Coast, a particularly noteworthy girlwas out front and dancing by herself. She was noteworthy because shewas a full blown Goth girl, not a common sight among the tourists. Atthe end of our set she came up to us and asked us if we did more Gothsongs. After she left, he didn't have the time to spend every evening with me, but he seemed to give me every minute he did have.The thing I remember most is the reading. It started out with me sitting on his lap, the book in my lap, Daddy moving my finger across the words on the page as he read. That changed to me dragging his meaty hand along as I read to him, slowing only when I needed some help with a word. He was of the "let her figure it out" school of reading. He had the patience to sit there. ’ Mr. Moore lifted his head and suckled Karina’s exposed nipple hanging near his face. She let him play awhile but she needed him to cleanup. Mr. Moore grudgingly yielded to her idea. Admittedly, she was better informed than he about the male physiology. Removing her remaining attire, a naked Karina joined him in the shower. She lathered away his final reluctance. He would let her mold him into a better man. Mr. Moore had undergone what should have been an energy draining ordeal but he felt.