I walked over to the couch and sat down next to Brigette. "We need to talk about something." I told her.Brigette hit the button on the remote and turn...d off the TV. She tossed the remote onto the coffee table and turned to me. "Oh, and what's that? Are you horny again?" Not that. It's about you and aunt Vicky." What do you mean?" She asked."I know about the fighting going on between you and your mom." I began, looking at her.Brigette moved her head back a little and looked at me funny. "The. He had found her clit and began eating her pussy and licking her swollen clitoris with an amazing hunger, making her ready to orgasm in a minute almost and spill her juices in his mouth.She whispered, warning him about her being almost ready to cum but he just made some noise, licking her faster, pushing her to climax. Alize just could not hold back and gave him what he desired. Her orgasm rampant through her as she shook with her legs wide spread. She had not stopped the spasmodic spewing of. So did Claire. Rosemary’s quite political in her eco-concerns – she’s a dyed-in-the-wool Green. Well, it definitely sounds as if these two ladies should get to know each other.” “What about your aunt Amy? Was she bi?” “I call her Mum now, and I call Uncle John Dad. They’re still alive and flourishing at nearly eighty. And would you believe, they are still at it sexually. I’ve heard them when I’ve been to visit and stayed with them. Mum was never bi as far as I know. She accepted the fact of my. Patrick’s gone out to retrieve my sack from the floor, bringing it back to me. I drop it back on the floor, and boldly lift my shirt over my head in one motion. His eyes challenge me to continue and so I do. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, allowing my constrained breasts to relax and rest against my chest, the nipples firm and red in invitation. Patrick reaches his arms forward and gently cups them; measuring their weight in his hands. I close my eyes enjoying his hands on me until I.