She was helpless and didn’t know what to say.Me: It’s okay, aunty. I completely understand. I know how hard it is for a woman like you to control ...our urges without proper cooperation from the uncle.A few tears started rolling down her cheeks and she came and tightly hugged me. I too reciprocated and tightly hugged her. I was feeling warm and the scent of her body was awakening my junior. She too felt it.Me: Aunty, if you don’t mind, I can help you.SG: How?Me: I can help you with your urges.She. I knew he was getting his jollies overhearing my parents going at it on the kitchen table, but I ignored him. I was too busy peering all over the place as I dragged him to no place in particular. Like my parents’ condo, there was no place to hide in this development. Everything had been built and landscaped in the last five years, and it wasn’t as if young palm trees provided any kind of privacy or shelter for sneaking away for an outdoor quickie. Then I spotted a storage garage that backed up. I moved my head closer and ran my tongue along her pantie-covered slit, feeling the dampness gathered in them already. I moved my fingers to grip the waistband of her panties but she hissed, “Use your teeth you fucking slut!” and I stiffened. A fucking slut. That was all I was to her. I glanced up at her, her eyes blazing as she looked down at me kneeling between her spread legs. “You heard me,” she said in a tone betraying at least a little malice. I closed my eyes, lowered my head and ran my. Graydon lay shaking, his body convulsing, his eyes rolled back and showing nothing but white. Jim grabbed Graydon’s cheeks, popping his jaw down to check that he wouldn’t swallow his tongue. Graydon’s head rose and fell, trying to thump against the carpet of the Brightman’s living room. His heels hammered on the floor.“Mike, what’s happening to him?” Jim yelled.“Vision! An empathic attack! Somebody real close to him is hurt, maybe life-threatening! We’ve got to move, fast. Let me take his head..