It was always in Gary's house and I made sure no one would see me. I didnt want anyone to think I was homosexual (stupid I know but they were the time... then). I justified doing things with Gary was just simple curiosity and sexual release. To be fair it was very exciting and he was very discreet and he loved our sessions as I did too.He used to get me naked and get me on all fours on a glass coffee table, thank goodness it was strong enough. He would then rub baby oil all over my shaft and. .why ?Shifa- No just asking..actually I’m going in alone. Would you mind joining me ??Andy- Mam…are you sure ?? I mean I haven’t come in with you before..& moreover I cant drink as I have to drop you home.Shifa- Well!!! There always can be a first time!!!Andy- (reluctantly) Ohkkk..if you wish so..but I cant drink..i have to drop you home.Shifa- fine..But first stop calling me mam. Inside the bar call me by name, as we shall be a couple in there.Andy- Okk..but first let me park the car and. “I like this place Aunt Jean. You have excellent taste as usual.” I said. She looked up at me and smiled. She then reached up behind my head and pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me on the lips. Not one of those family type kisses but a short one albeit deeper kiss. My mind seemed to have gone totally blank at that moment and as I started to kiss her back, she pulled away and held my gaze.“I think it’s time that while your with me you should call me Jean. Just Jean.” She said. I cocked. As she gets more into her talk her legs start to open and close rapidly with a rhythmic beat – her version of jiggling her foot or tapping fingers I suppose. Each sway open gives me views of her darkened crotch. Her panties match her blue lacy bra. I begin to time my eye movements to those of her legs and get a sustained view of well filled material forming itself around her prominent mound of flesh.Our drinks arrive and the brunette waitress leans low to reveal small pointed tits cupped in a.