"Deirdre, how did you and Duncan happen to become friends?"The Irish bard thought carefully. Obviously the truth would not be an option here. Yet at t...e same time she hated lying to Georges. They had only met twice but she had appreciated his dedication to the fight against the Nazis and his loyalty to Duncan, his friend. Also, she admitted to herself with a smile only she could see, she had enjoyed how he had seemed to be smitten with her but had remained the perfect gentleman even as his eyes. I kneaded them firmly with my palms and then between my thumbs and fingers until I was holding them and squeezing just the tips. She moaned once more but I wondered if it was from my tongue on her stomach or the squeezing of her nipples. But the main thing was that she was enjoying the stimulus. She arched her back a little when I reached her navel. Sticking my pointy tongue directly into the bottom of her indention and running it around, I felt her settle into a rapid, steady breathing. I always arranged to go over during the day, because I knew my cousin would be at work. Today was no exception. My aunt greeted me at the door wearing nothing but a see through nightgown. I had never really thought of my aunt as a sexual being before now-seeing her here like this. Her rock hard nipples threatened to pierce through the soft cloth of the night gown, and her voluptuous breasts swung from side to side as she walked. The nightgown was so short that I could make out the lower half of. "I- I'm sorry, but-" It's okay," Petra shrugs, clearly disappointed by my decision. "it mighthave been difficult with my parents, anyway. And my brother!" Well, I would say the same, but my parents are kinda used to- well, 'me'by now," I chuckle. "And my brother's only three, so- yeah." I grin asPetra giggles happily at my joke. "So, don't your parents know thatyou're- well, interested in girls? Assuming umm, that you- you think ofme as a girl?" I would be blind to not think of you as a girl!".