She sucked the remaining droplets of his creamy load off the tip of his cock and the gently licked it."Mmm," She moaned deeply as she tasted her sweet...reward for a job well done.Charlie collapsed back onto the bed. His breathing was fast and deep. His black monster lay limp between his legs. Susan had tamed the beast.She laid her head on the top of Charlie's left leg. Her lips and chin were coated with his creamy white cum. She glanced at his shiny limp cock lying close to her. I saw her smile. It was a slippery mess. I was feeling the anger returning now that my sex drive had reduced. "You know I don't like that," she said. "Why should I care if you like it? You can fuck other men and if I hadn't caught you I may never have known. Why should I give a fuck if you don't like it up the arse?" It was not other men. It was our good friend. You must have known that I like him and that I would never be able to say no if ever the question came up. I intended telling you when I had the. But the kids at school had no implicit familial connection; they didn't even really know the kid because he was always moving from town to town and from state to state, his father being some genius re-arranger of corporate culture needed only for a year or two before his mega-consulting was completed and another corporation needed his skills to save their dysfunctional corporate asses. To break into any clique as a strange new kid, from the jocks to the stoners to the nerds to the thespians to. Going over it in my mind with almost military precision. Planning what I would say, how I would do it. Trying in my mind to overcome the crippling shyness that beset me whenever I talked to a woman I really wanted. I was a novice then. 18 years old and with only a few rushed and unsatisfying wanks from the inexperienced hands of fellow novices. But this, this was different. Susan was (and still is) my mum's best friend. And for years that was all she was. Nice aunty Susan. Then around about the.