I owe being the transvestite I am to my beautiful aunt. Every time I was around her she would always want to touch me, smile and give me a kiss. My co...k would get hard just from the feel of her skin. I loved my queen maker!I used to jack off fantasizing about eating her pussy while wearing her panties. Knowing my cock was touching the same places that touched her pussy was such a turn on. My aunt passed on a few months ago. Her son has the house he grew up in and is keeping it. He let me spend. We ate in the dining area as the staff served us alight meal. Cindi had loosely gathered her robe and the guy was spending quite a bit of time at her end of the table. I pretty sure he knows how she looks naked.As they got ready to serve dessert, they left and to my surprise, two fo our attendants came in. They were both dressed in light clothing that looked like pajamas. They served our sorbet and stood by as we enjoyed our mealAs we enjoyed the last few crumbs the gal leaned over and. We changed into formal wear and had dinner in the restaurant before adjourning to our rooms to celebrate privately.That weekend seemed to set the tone for the first half of the semester. Hunter and Lila seemed to be at our house almost as much as we were. It was fun having another couple around to share our doings. Hunter joined me in my morning runs three days a week and then encouraged me to spend time at the pool with him. It was a different kind of workout than I had been doing, but I found. It didn’t matter. In the moment, I loved her.It didn’t last. Too soon, I watched the leash, still attached to her collar, tug her down to earth gently. I followed it, looking up into the face of the man I still thought too old for her. He regarded me with a smile, and a tip of an imaginary hat, before addressing her."Get up, Kitten. We’re getting off at the next stop."Reluctantly, she stood, wobbling a little, the effects of her orgasm clearly still tingling through her nervous system and.