Connie sat next to me, depositing her bags on the floor by her legs, which still looked good, I noticed. “We were best friends once, a long time ago...... And, like you, I miss your Mary.”I started at the mention of my late wife. Even after five years the void she left was manifest. I never knew that my wife was acquainted with my childhood sweetheart. I met and married Mary in a different town and, although we moved back to my hometown shortly after, Mary and Connie would have revolved in quite. "I don't think she's quite 'astray' yet, and there's some question as to who led who."Alan smiled at me and told my dad, "You're probably right."We were sitting around talking and laughing and I had a soda can on the arm of my chair when Aunt Mimi passed by. She managed to knock it over into my lap."I cain't believe I did that," she said. "I'm not even drinkin'!" That's okay," I said. "I'll just run upstairs and change!" I stood up after I blotted as much of the liquid out of my pants as I. It was worse than the tawse, worse than any whipping - literally acid being injected into my balls. "Stand up," Helen commanded. I pulled myself jerkily away from the block, letting out another anguished scream as I turned and my cock bobbed up and down within its bag. I was hopping from foot to foot, which only served to make things worse, but I couldn't force myself to stop. "Oh please," I begged, "oh ma'am, please take it off, I can't stand it, it's too much..." I was sobbing openly,. When his mouth reached the softest, highest part of the inside of my thigh, he didn’t pause. He seemed intent on continuing to my sweet spot. ‘Robby,’ I gasped. ‘You don’t have to.’ No one had ever eaten me before, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted him to. As if in response, he delved enthusiastically, tongue-first between the lips of my labia, digging enthusiastically until it reached. He kissed, licked, and suckled every fold until his tongue barely brushed my clit. ‘Oh, Robby.’ I breathed..