Okay, I can accept that. Then I read one called "The Fishing Trip." I knew it was a make believe story too, but something about it seemed familiar. It...got me thinking back to Aunt Mary and her place with the lake in the center of the woods on my grandpa's land. (BTW, my grandpa died before my dad ever met my mom).The similarity made me wonder. Also the story used the name Lance in it, and dad still calls Aunt Mary "Sissy." No way I told myself. This is probably dad's fantasy.It was about this. I made her comfortable and we started chatting daily within a week we were having fully fledged phone sex. Finally one day I asked her whether we could have sex once to which she hesitantly agreed (she had to agree anyway otherwise she would not have encouraged me) she said that she will meet in the same mall and the time was decided.Since both of us were married, we had to have sex in the day time without letting our spouses know. I reached the mall parking at the designated time and there she. I hear a deep moan coming from her now. Her eyes are closed. Her head is tossed back.I'm positive by now that she's forgotten all about that webcam. She's so intent on pleasuring herself, and I certainly don't blame her! That's exactly what I'm doing myself. I watch intently as both hands move all over her breasts, up and around her neck, to her hair, and back down her belly. Those lovely long fingers brush her pubis, almost entwining in her hair. My eyes are blued to the screen as she parts. . when did you start doing 'this'?" I asked.Samantha sighed and said, "When you first left for the Navy, I was devastated. I've always loved you but I didn't know how to tell you. When you first got your girlfriend, I was angry, and sad. I've been masturbating to you ever since." Samantha replied, with intense tears in her eyes.As she was telling her story, I heard the desire in her words, and passion in here beautiful gray eyes. When she was done telling her story, I was speechless. Breathless.