And I knew Con would never tell her; he never spoke of it voluntarily and I doubt he even thought about it and how it affected his life. Others might,...though, and I would rather she hear it firsthand from someone who knew the whole story rather than someone who would add embellishments. "I guess I need to start with the fact that in the summer between 8th grade and 9th grade Con shot up more than four inches and gained about fifty pounds of muscle. By the beginning of 9th, he was over six feet. Much earlier after bumping into Aida he had took a quick glance at the play programme. Aida Gonzalez. That must be her. Gonzalez sounded Mexican and she looked like one, but far more exotic. Her features and skins tone hinting of mixed parentage. Aida looked at the tall stranger then at Greg and Greg looked back at her with a mild amusement on his face. Before she could say anything he had put his big hands on her slender waist and steered her to the dance floor. By now Sonja’s eyes have. ”“Well what if I do it for you and you tell me what to do?” I said.“Wow,” was all he could say.I got up and put some more lipstick on and as he wasn’t rock hard yet I knelt over him and put his cock in my mouth and sucked him until he was hard.“Oh fuck, auntie, that’s wonderful,” was all he could say.I now lay down on the bed and he knelt beside my face, I reached up and grabbed his cock and started wanking it. My other hand squeezed his balls. I rubbed him slowly to build up his orgasm. His. ‘Well… Yeah…’ ‘Right…’ she responded slowly as realization set in. For a second I thought I’d get her to confide in me easily, but then she glanced at the windows, then back down at me and said, ‘Mr. Watson, please go to lunch.’ I didn’t move a muscle. She had to stop looking at me to avoid arousing suspicion. She swiveled her old-fashioned, wooden chair so that she faced the wall. ‘What do you want, Mr. Watson?’ She’d set herself up again, and I knew I should, but I couldn’t resist. ‘I want.