I am still overwhelmed by the beauty of her body.she helps remove the robe.she notices how ready i am.i make a joke "i was born ready for u aunty".wel... i was about to find out.she got a chair(the high backed kind)put a pillow on it so my back wouldn get sore.as if i cared about that.she made sure i was comfortable.she got down on her knees and started to play with my cock.i was bone hard but she wanted to play and tease me.i gently flicked her nipples.she licked my balls.taking one at a time. Her g-string was clearly visible, as was the fact that her pubic area was shaven to within its confines. The light seemed to play tricks, suggesting at times that she was very wet. I became aware that she finished the story.No one said anything. She had quickly picked up that we had been spying on her. Several uncomfortable moments passed, and I offered, "I don't think I can take any more stories. Let's call it a night."I could feel the relief in each of us, but I also felt a little. And it's not some electromagnetic wave, nanotechnology, pheromone, or spinning screen-saver developed by a spurned genius. It does rely on some suggestive ideas akin to hypnosis, NLP, or subliminals, yet the state is never a trance.It's really just exceptionally well-honed empathy. You've probably noticed, if you're smart and you pay attention, that you sometimes have an epiphanic flash of how someone feels: apprehensive yet amused, cheerful yet weary, foolish but vicious. If you work at that,. 'You can look now' i heard her say a few moments later, quieter and more timid than before, I turned, my heart thumping in my chest. Miley stood with in her stage outfit and my hand instinctively went for my zipper.'ah ah ah' Miley whispered and came over to me moving my hand away and lightly kissing my lips. 'sit' she commanded. I took a seat. Miley was humming to herself as she danced around for me, my eyes trailing her everywhere, she looked good on stage doing this, she looked incredible.