"So do you want to spend the night?" I asked."I think that would be fun! Besides I still want more details on what you have been doing. Do you have so...ething I can wear tonight so I do not have to go home?" She asked."Sure we can use some of Daddy's old shirts." I said as I quickly retrieved two of his old flannel shirts.We both started to undress and for the first time I took a hard look at my blonde friend as she shimmied out if her jeans. She was several inches taller than me but she was. He pretended to be the submissive one to a complete stranger. His kisses remained dainty and passionate. He began to moan in a slightly feminine nature. He enjoyed his own personal pastime, even if it didn't make his dream come true. He soon lost control of his feelings that he had been suppressing for the sake of everyone else. He shoved the dildo deep in his mouth and throat. He would have loved to give Leroy his own personal service.For the next few minutes, Bill played around with his. Slowly letting it slip down over my breasts…never having removed my eyes from yours…I watch you watching me intently…your eyes glazed over. I remain standing before you…letting your eyes travel over me…we make eye contact and I begin to run my fingers over my neck down to my chest running them between my breasts…I cup each breast in my hands running a finger over each nipple feeling them harden beneath my touch…I take a finger and slowly slide it into my wet mouth and run that finger over one. The kiss I gave back wasn’t meant for a motherly-substitute aunt. It was the kiss of a man aroused by the allure of enticing female. My kiss deepened as I poured my heart and soul into it. It was becoming a kiss meant as comforting solace for an injured woman. I wondered if I was subconsciously trying to atone for the sins of my uncle. A recollection came to me as I held a woman’s soft, nude body tightly against the rigidity of my muscular chest and loins. I recalled an article I’d read.