Then, a tall, tanned, long dark haired woman who looked like she just stepped off a movie shoot smiled at me, waved and said, “You must be little Ji...my, welcome.” I hadn’t been called little Jimmy for years and knew at once that this fine woman was MS Carlson, my dear sweet, long lost Aunt Marsha.We hugged and I felt like a c***d in her arms. She’d always brought out her nurturing warmth towards me. Things hadn’t changed one bit. She began asking me about my mom and revisiting old time between. ‘I’m positive that I don’t want to go back. So positive that I decided to turn my life around. I took all the energy and intellect that I used to devote to my nefarious activities and channeled them toward good works. It was my work on environmental issues that got me pardoned. That came as a surprise to me and it reinforced my resolve to do good for my fellow man and my planet.’ What a load of bullshit Peter thought. If he were on the level my Spider Sense would be silent instead of making me. Sheets flew as we were interrupted again. I could clearly see her disappointment as she found herself once again wrapped around Albert. So it went for seven hours. Each time we were interrupted I would resign myself to the fact that it was over for the night. I truly underestimated her desire to watch me. No matter how long it took, or how much she had seen before, Anita would work into position and encourage me to begin again. I have a lasting memory of her gray eyes, half open and. There was something about him, something special that I didn't see in other men. I gently knocked on his door and when he answered I asked him to make love me. I didn't want to just be fucked or ravished but to be held, kissed and caressed.He took me in his arms and held me gently. He kissed me ever so gently on the lips. He kissed me again and again as though he couldn't get enough of me. He began unbuttoning by blouse taking time on each button. I felt myself breathing harder as he unfastened.