A double Scotch, and make it quick," he said, gruffly. Rodney looked down on the buxom, thirty five year old blonde. He didn't love the woman, in fact... he didn't have any emotional attachment to her at all. Nor did he want one. She was simply an easy lay and could be fun in the sack sometimes, particularly when he was in a pissed off mood. That night was one of those times. He was thirty years old, with a shit job as a garbageman and no prospects for anything better. With a police record, no. C. one more time a month. We kept ourselves quite busy while we were together. The magic hadn't worn off, and we wisely chose to avoid additional pregnancies, choosing stability over productivity.Rebecca continued to receive exceptional treatment for her bi-polar disorder and was doing very well. Her outlook was optimistic, and her behavior was level, so we worried less all the time. Jim's heart condition was in check, and the staff cardiologist kept constant watch on him to avoid any. He rimmed my hole andI couldn't stop squirming. It was feeling so incredible.His tongue found its' target and plunged into my opening.I gasped loudly. The moan that escaped my throat seemedforeign to me. It was very primal almost animal sounding.He started to snake that wonderful tongue in and out of mypussy. Like I had done to Renee so many times before. I wasreacting just like her also. Moaning and writhing about thebed I was on fire. I wanted him inside me.Not his cock but him.I was. When I had finished she took a towel and dried me, as she did so I could see that her nipples were hard and poking through the soft wool of her cardigan.When she had finished rubbing me down she said “Well what do you say?”“Thank you.” I replied.Thank you what?”“Thank you Aunty Barbara.”It was the first time I had called her Aunty Barbara in that sort of situation and I felt a bit silly but I could see how it had turned her on. She took my hand again and led me into her bedroom, then sat on the.