Again she begged. I was limp. That night she came back and repeated the process. The reason I kept going was because I loved how I feltAfter about a m...nth, I was really feeling low about being unable to perform. She handed me the pipe and told me to smoke. As I did, she said that she needed some dick and that she might as well be with another bitch if all I could do was eat pussy. I apologized as she pulled out her phone. She told me to watch. It was a man getting fucked in his ass my a woman. I walked through the door and there she stood, naked and ready for sex. I said, “Aunt Mary, I need to take a shower right quick.” She said, “Why?” I said somewhat taken aback, “my wife and I just had sex before I came over here!” She looked at me for a second and said, “Tommy, I don’t want you to shower. I want to see what your wife’s pussy tastes like.” Man you could have knocked me over with a feather. I said, “Really.” She said, “Tommy, I have never told you this but years ago I went to bed. He hadn’t heard the water running, yet she’d somehow reassembled herself into a vision of un-ravished perfection. “Okay, then. The script is yours to direct. Any position, as long as you want, as gentle or as hard as you wish. The only thing I request is that you sodomize me until I can’t remember what day it is.”Glancing down at his twitching penis, he held his breath until the throb subsided. Judging by how close that was, I think I’ve already discovered that the answer to my question is a. And all my friends... do with guys they feel nothing for. Just for our own pleasure. At least what we did... you and I... was between two people who care for each other." As Cindy made her impromptu but very true speech her hand was trying to encompass her uncle's over-thick tool and stroke it. "I just want to do with you... the uncle I love... what I'd otherwise do with Billy or some other guy that I don't care about." But Cindy... all that may be sort of true but..." and as Jim replied he.