.." she shrugged her shoulders, making her chest heave " ... and wag that..." she turned away from me and wiggled her rear " ... and he comes running.... It's no trouble at all. He gets a couple minutes of exercise, and I'm done. He's asleep. What am I supposed to do for the rest of the night? In the morning, I bend over while I'm putting my shoes on. It doesn't seem to matter whether I'm facing him or not, as long as I'm naked and I put my shoes on first. He looks at me, I point out that he's. UncleJohn and Aunt Ethel were getting up in years. UncleJohn was about 70 and Aunt Ethel was about 65. Despite their advanced years they were in very goodshape. Uncle John Stood about 6 feet 2, had a fullhead of grey hair, and was very well built. He reallydidn’t look as age. Aunt Ethel did not look her ageeither. She kept her hair in a bun; her face barelyhad a wrinkle. She was quite the attractive woman.The land had been in John’s family for more than ahundred years. It was a. She was acting shy and hardly made eye contact. I knew she was feeling embarrassed by what happened. I really shouldn't have stared, but in the moment I couldn’t look away. I kept trying to think of a way to talk to her about it, but it seemed like bringing it up would make things worse. One night though, my problem solved itself when she came to my room. It was late and I was at my desk. She was wearing shorts this time, much to my disappointment. She asked if I remembered that time in the. His cock was about the same size as mine, about 6 inches, but I decided that I could not take it all as he did to mine.Without being told to I just began bobbing my head up and down and I could feel his cock dragging against my tongue. I didn’t know if I liked it but it sure felt different than anything else I had done. Again he moaned and I felt a strange feeling of accomplishment. I kept drawing his cock in and out of my mouth and it began to ALMOST feel natural. His moaning grew louder and.