It was a summers morning, where I was waiting around for my Aunt to come and take me to her house in her car. It was my mum and dad's anniversary, and...they preferred it if I was to go to my Aunts overnight. I was cool with this, as I would get to spend time with my Aunt, like getting a cheeky glimpse of her bending over, or what not. I heard the car pull up outside my house, so I got my bag, and shouted 'Seeya!' as I walked out the door. I hastily walked over to the car, and realised my Aunt. "Hi love, how was your day?" She gave the pot of soup a quick stir, and turned around to get a kiss from Glen, and the can of corn he had bought. Setting the can on the counter by the stove, she rummaged for the can opener, opened it, then dumped it in the soup, giving it another stir.He watched her, only shrugging and grunting in answer to her question.She continued stirring the soup, chicken cheese chowder, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, admiring the way his green argyle sweater. ‘I believe that was the deal,’ she replied. That I even remembered the conversation amazed me. I rarely remember anything beyond the moment of occurrence unless I consciously force myself to. It makes it tough sometimes, which is why I will often write down important commands that I might only use once or twice but are critical to keeping things going. I have a sieve for a memory and I admit it, but I would have known her in a crowded room. She looked like her picture and yet she did not. Black. She had a long phone talk with Philip while I soaked in her pussy after wetting it down again. She told him exactly where my pecker was too. He wanted to come right over but she told him to just jack off until their study date on Monday. She could be rascally I noticed. Good way to remind him who owns the pussy.The weather was warming up so she decided to be naked around the house as much as possible. OK by me. I got naked too and was working at my desk when she straddled my lap in midafternoon.