"Morning Aunt Jack," which is what I had always affectionately called her, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead as I also always usua...ly did."Good morning Brian," she answered back lowering her eyeglasses as she peered over the tops of them towards me. "Anything interesting happen last night?" she asked inquisitively now staring at me.I almost drowned on that first sip of coffee I had just barely poured into my mouth. "What?" I managed to say sitting down before I fell down. I could feel the blush enter my face. I looked at him and gave him a puppy dog smile, and asked, “Yes, how could you tell?”“Two ways actually. Your eyes looked me over and well, you have tan lines,” he said and gave a slight laugh.Tan lines. Damn. I never even thought about my tan lines. Geez, how could I have been so stupid. At least I would not be the only one with them. I was glad that Brit had them too. “You caught me looking. God, now I feel so embarrassed. The tan lines, well, where I. It felt warm and very hard.We began to stroke each other, slowly, enjoying the sensation we were giving each other. Not saying another word to each other for a while.“Are you sure you’re not gay?” Steve asked.“You’re very good at wanking my cock”“I wank a lot, but I’m usually looking at girls. Sometimes they were the same age as your daughter, but not since I left school. They are a bit older now” I said.”That’s hot” said Steve.“I wank a lot too at home, imagining it’s my daughter I’m fucking.”. “Yes please.” I giggled and knelt in front of him. He stepped out of his pants and underwear and when his cock was in front of me I sighed. It was semi-erect but in my hand, it grew hard. I gave it a tentative lick and the cock head slid out, red and big. When I took it in my mouth he moaned and said, “Yes, take it deep, all the way.” While massaging his balls I deep throated him and he moaned louder and louder. “God, Carol, I had no idea, you were this good. Don’t stop, keep going.” When.