Figuring she would want that back ASAP, I grabbed it and ran across the courtyard to her wing. I knocked on her door. ‘Just a minute… almost ready...��’ I didn’t know what she needed to be ready for. But then she opened the door. Sophia stood wearing a giant red bow. And not much else. The bow hid her breasts, and the ribbons fell down to her waist, mostly obscuring what looked to be an extremely skimpy pair of red lace panties. She wore red stockings that came up to mid-thigh, and a pair of black. I now wish that I had done it years ago because I think I am a cum slut.I think this cock sucking and cum eating of mine comes from this man friend of mine that used to suck me off when I was a young adult, in my late teens to early twenties. Are relationship was an interesting one. He knew that I fucked his wife, because the first time I fuck her he watched and encouraged me. I was the 3 guy this woman ever had, and I did it right after my best friend at the time did. His wife liked to suck. Taylor's head tilted as he smiled. He was honestly proud of me."How'd she feel about it", he asked?"I dunno. Didn't ask".I got a high 5 from Taylor.The conversation turned to family history."So, tell me what happened with mom and the other women you raped", I said flatly. There was no judgement in my voice. Who was I to judge him after all I'd felt, after all I'd done? "You didn't rape them"?"Well first off, yeah, I raped the SHIT out of them"."But before you said..." What I SAID was, I. “Can you recall which ones were men dressed as gurl’s dear”, she asked? “No Auntie, not a clue”, “well dear that’s for next time, let’s have some dinner and relax”.We went into the kitchen and prepared a light meal and sat at the table, I remembered the butt plug as I sat, and immediately felt a stirring as “Dolly” awoke. I could feel the restriction of my “Dolly” and the constant back and forth of the butt plug and whispered to Auntie, “can we go upstairs please”?“What on earth for dear”, she.