The conversation with aunt was roaming in my mind.The next morning, she woke me up and we all had breakfast together. Grandparents had gone to see a d...ctor and aunt and I were alone in the house. We had lunch and started watching TV. We again slipped into conversations and I jokingly asked her.Me: Suppose we had sex and you got pregnant, what will you do with the child?She also took it lightly and said, “I don’t think you have enough guts to make me pregnant. It needs a man to make a woman. I awoke lying on a bed with my hand being eased out my pussy, i stirred but didnt move, this person (george and harry which i found later) then placed my hand on my tits and squeezed spreading my juices over my boob, i felt a warm breath over my boob which erected my nipples another inch, soft lips were planted on my nipple and they were slowly sucked, i felt this persons tongue flicking over my nipple and teeth gently nibbling, these lips moved further up my boob and sucked for a long timeat. She started a little gentle interrogation such as asking if I was used to spicy food and if I’d ever tasted ‘vindaloo’ or ‘phall-extra-hot’. I confessed that I hadn’t had much experience and she rattled off some more suggestions based on this new information. I looked over the top of my menu, looking at her face as she read her menu, admiring how sensible and serious she looked as she turned the pages back and forth, her eyes scanning up and down and her brow knit in concentration.The waiter. The smile started with the upturning of my lips, and as Angela smiled meaningfully back, it continued with an upturning of my cock. “Gabi’s gone to get bagels,” Angela said, shaking-out the still-wet mane of thick brown hair. My cock hardened at the information, and then twitched again as my daughter’s best friend jumped off the stool by the breakfast bar. There was a clear bounce of unsupported breasts and other delights came on show as Angela pulled on the belt of my wife’s silk dressing.