I reached over and got another cigarette and the click of my lighter caught her attention. She lifted her head, looked at me with a pleasant smile and...said,"So you're finally awake sleepy head, just in time to prepare for our big night, first up, threads..."She gleefully sprung to her feet and skipped towards the walk in wardrobe which was a few feet away from the dresser. As she opened the doors widely and waltzed in, biting on her index finger as she looked from one side to the next,. Eventually they had to part. As they were getting dressed she looked at her reflection in the mirror."Maybe I have put on a couple of pounds," she said, pressing her hand against her tummy."Your clothes fit better," he said."Think so?" She turned again. "Um, maybe." She was wearing a knee-length black skirt, her white turtleneck sweater and her black leather boots. "It's hard to tell with this." Don't ask me, most guys don't past your chest." I've noticed." Your face doesn't have that gaunt. “Mmm, I love the taste of you.”“Oh, Megan, that feels so good.”“Call me Aunty again. Call me Aunty Megan.”“Oh, Aunty Megan, I love it when you suck my cock.”This triggered some fantasy in Megan as she really went to town. She was bobbing her head fast up and down the length of my cock. She was making slurping noises and we were both moaning.She released my cock but kept the motion going with her hand.“Tell your dirty slut, Aunty Megan, when you're going to cum for me.”She went straight back to. It wasn’t like I needed a man often. Things were great between me and Maya, sexually.But I learned to recognize the signs, the tells, that meant a guy was interested. He didn’t have to be gay. I preferred straight men. I was always on top, the dominant one, and most guys seemed to accept that.All except Cliff, who’d been foreman on a construction job I’d worked in the past. I looked him up, we had a few drinks, and I told him about my bi thing. He perked up. It seemed he’d always had a man.