She stands in front me and hugs me as we are kissing. As always it is a deep kiss of passion, from both the two of us. "You know I love you, right?" S...e asks me. "Of course, I say to her as she towers over me as I am sitting. "Of course I do" I respond with a smile as our faces keep snuggling. "Good! Because you are great and I want you in my life for good. With that said, I have needs that you can't fufill for me." I am now a bit confused. "What are you saying, darling?" I ask. Before she can. My widowed Aunt had said to my father that I could go and live with her.My father took my things down to her house by car, and I drove my own motorbike there. My aunt was called Jeanette and she was French. My father had wooed her when he had sailed over to Cherbourg in his yacht. She was twelve years younger than he had been, and was now in her mid thirties was still looking good. She was tall with long legs and still had firm breasts.We got on well in her four bedroom house. They hadn't had. The tip now out in the air and I left it for her to savour as I returned to the box, tom holding for me a second needle of the same colour code, still wrapped, I opened the sterile bag turned and slowly holding the second breast copied the move, she groaned, as the needle broke into the air from the soft pink areola. Symmetry achieved, I let the breast fall with a soft thump against her body, she gave a squeak of extra pain, then watched me fetch a longer needle, a six inch b**st of a steel. We both figured the odds were good, and our excitement level grew even more. Meantime, we figured that dinner would be fun, also, considering the view she was giving with her loose fitting top. We were a little chagrined to meet our server, who turned out to be named Michelle. At first Cindy felt a little shy, and we discussed whether she should tone things down a bit, and decided that was just being chicken, so we continued with our original plans. There were other people in the restaurant,.