She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Go, get the fuck out of here.”He scrambled to pull his pants up and struggled to the door of his room. He lo...ked back to see her back on the sofa, legs crossed, checking her phone as if nothing happened.“Wow,” he muttered to himself.That was the afternoon.He had come home from school and heard his “auntie” in the shower. His little sister Lilian was in her room. He had waited until he heard Auntie in the guest bedroom and went to peek. He was delighted to. “I’m not a caveman.”“I know that now,” she moaned. “I’m sorry I wasted your time.”I blinked.“You didn’t waste my time,” I said.“I didn’t?”“I got my fix on a regular basis. Granted, I’d have acted a lot more masher-like if I’d known you thought I was gay.” I frowned. That hadn’t come out quite right. “I mean I’d have acted more masher-like if I’d known you weren’t a lesbian.” That wasn’t right, either.She laughed and her hand squeezed my knee.“Can I do something I’ve wanted to do a long time?”. Well, he thought, he had beenordered to lick it all off so lick It off he would. Inch by inch he madehis way carefully up Debbie's inner thigh, and each time he looked up ather she still had her eyes closed. Her denim mini skirt had to behitched up and he couldn't do it himself as his arms were restrained sohe knelt up and said, "Mishtresh Debbie, could you pleash lift yourshakirt sho that I can lick the resht of the horrible cum from yourleg?"She made no reply and didn't even open her eyes she. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in all of them. So I wrote the story about the three guys in the Supermarket car park, then the fine tit fucks she gave at her office Christmas do, and lastly the three guys on the back seat of someone's car. Now where do I go from here, its been too many years to remember details of any other story she told me so the next part must, I afraid be more fiction than fact. What I'm going to do is reconstruct elements of her life that I know are true.