“Lick me clean?” she asked as she slid off me and slid her hips up my chest.“Sure, but..” and her drippy cunt covered my lips.After she climax...d again, she rolled off me and we lay side by side, panting. After a few minutes, she said…“He’s just mine” she said, while looking up at the ceiling, “for now, anyway. Let me see if there’s anything there and then we can see if you want to join later.”“I’ll ALWAYS want to join” I replied, “As long as YOU’RE there.”She smiled, cuddled and we drifted off. Theyspent a little more time chatting, when Rose stood and asked Tony if he needed help in bringing his gear into the house, an offer he declined. Rose turned towards the kitchen saying she’d get dinner ready and glided out of the room with that same sway that again turned Tony’s brain to mush Tony spent the next several hours lugging boxes and suitcases to his bedroom and putting things away where he thought they would be most accessible when needed. Knowing that Aunt Rose kept a neat house,. He had taught classes in New York City for years at but also toured the US and Europe lecturing and promoting his books. On the walls were masks given to him by natives, African painted masks, and headdresses. He collected little idols and fertility statues, displaying them all around the living room as if it was a museum. He removed the object he had been carrying in the bag. He had a malicious look in his eye as he gazed upon it. It was a human head. He knew that he couldn’t dare display. If he wants to look at my cock, so be it. As long as he doesn’t laugh!! He unfastened his belt and lowered his zipper and parted his trousers. Reaching into his briefs, he pulled his cock and balls out and flopped them over the top. He was a shower. His cock was 6” soft, nicely thick with a small pointy knob. He hardly had any ridge around his knob. There was a gathering of flesh on the underside of his cock. He had done some man-scaping on his pubes, leaving only a short bristly stubble. His.