I was wishing I was doing those things and asking myself if I was just too old now to turn such fantasies into expectations. But the clincher was Tim....Thank you, by the way, Timothy. I don’t know if I ever got around to saying that.” She blushed, vividly. “You really had me messed up. The constant sex, the dog, the lack of sleep, more sex. It was almost an overload of my senses. And I loved it. I was exhausted. Michele, you even noticed and commented on how I looked. I was messed up. But in a. Hearing this it was making me crazier… I said, “Aunty lets go inside”. She didn’t listen so I took her in my arms and took her to her room they didn’t have a bed so I slowly placed her on the floor we were sweating like hell but I loved the way we sweated. then I pulled off her petticoat and panty. now she was completely naked. Then I went down and started licking her pussy which was cleanly shaved. and already wet… she then started moaning loudly…” Aaahh.. Aaahhh..Please go deeper….I can’t. I hesitated, not sure what to do. Another encounter with unusual cute Lilly who made my penis, everything, do stuff at breakfast, so bad and nasty, great. Should I bother her or just back out and leave quietly? I felt a strong compulsion to talk but my larger fear factor of being naked in the sunshine was pulling at me to get the heck out of there.I wasn’t sure enough regarding my really strange new friendship. Like if being me, now, was the pathway to Hell. And her self assured confidence. She was respectful but suspect about his ghost party theory. Dead fraternity brothers did not haunt gated communities. Dead families were like Americans. They didn’t eat together. ‘Your house is only five years old,’ Netty added. ‘You’re the only owner it’s ever had. I doubt it’s a poltergeist.” She gave him the business card of Bradford Collinsworth: ‘Dabbler in the dark arts of party planning. Theme parties my specialty. Master’s in hedonism physics from Cornell University. Three month.