Now, I have you again. Only I havegrown old, and you....you, strange, sweet creature, are as young as youwere those many years ago."I didn't know this...side of you then, though," the raspy, croakingvoice went on. "Rather odd, but I find I must admire your man's fleshas well as the woman's that you wear," he told me as I felt a withered,trembling hand reach out of the darkness that was forced on me tostroke my small, limp member. I thanked every god I knew that I didn'trespond.That would have. ’ He laughed and said, ‘That’s what I was hoping you’d say.’ So Murray wasn’t in trouble and that meant I didn’t have to go to Lynn and apologize on bended knee even though the phone stunt wasn’t my doing. Friday night, Wendy and I had burgers at Red Robin and then went back to my place for a glass of wine. I still wasn’t sure if my Roscoe story would amuse her, but I told her anyway. ‘Okay so where did Roscoe end up,’ she asked me. ‘Under the dining room table washing himself, calm as could. At times I began to wonder if any of the images that filled my mind so frequently had really happened at all. Then Thursday afternoon rolled around.My class ended a little late, so my usual leisurely stroll home took on a little more urgency, stimulated by my hunger. I entered the townhouse noisily by the front door, but there was no reply to my cheerful "Hi!" I walked into the kitchen and immediately noticed a large yellow "sticky note" on the refrigerator door. Aunt Jane's familiar script. It seems more preparation is in order. You take a firmer hold on my breasts, pulling me tighter against your body. I can feel your rock hard cock pressing against my ass. You squeeze each breast moving your hand towards my nipples and then tug on the nipple, extending and then releasing it. Despite my anticipation of what is to come, the squeezing and pulling is almost therapeutic, like a stress relieving massage. You sense my reaction and start to focus solely on my nipples pulling and shaping.