"That was Rochelle, wasn't it? She's been your secretary for about five years now?" Yeah, that's her." What's with that skirt she's wearing?"It was a ...airly conservative black, knee-length, fitted skirt with one unusual feature. "You mean, what's with the fly in front?" Well yeah. I mean, she isn't, uh..." Yeah, she got herself an implant a little while ago. I guess it'll start showing soon." Oh, that's a shame. I always thought she was such an attractive girl." She still will be. I mean,. I'm not going to pretend understand it either, but her tits stared back! I swear. No matter where I was in a room, they followed me. Who wouldn't be suspicious? Sex and my mother were like cars for geese. She didn't know what sex was, where it came from, or that it was in anyway related to her body. Sex was a sin, end of conversation.Orgasms were a very different fish. I'd hear her screaming every other day or night, projecting all the usual uppercase, extended vowels, regardless if she were. I cant help but reach out and touch her foot. My erection hadnt went down since i first caught sight of my aunts feet but now feeling how soft her foot is in my hand, my cock is like a stone."Why are you touching my foot?" She asks me, not in a offended way, but just asking."I dont know." I shrug. "I like them." I admit accidentally."Really?" She asks "why?"I already admitted to liking them and she didnt get mad so i decide to keep telling her the truth."Theyre pretty." I say lifting her foot. The old guy thanked her once she,d swallowed his entire load as she always does and headed for the men,s room to clean up. I then kissed her passionately as I finished her off with my fingers, tempted to feast on her cunt, but up to that time I,d only seen pictures of pussy eating so shied away! Still we were both happy now. She had a prior commitment the next night, but to make up for it I was invited to her north London home the next night after for a meal. For the times we were together.