Something you can ignore."I screeched, "Fine! Fuck sake, you're as bad as your goddamn girlfriend.So what do you want me to say? That I'm scared? That...I can't let go ofthis fucking thing? That I want you to leave and let me play with it..."I fiercely wiped away the tears from my eyes, but I wasn't crying. Icouldn't cry in front of Greg.He said softly, "Tell us how we can help you."I said, "Well you can stop with that fucking tone right there. That'slike- it's how I've heard you talk to kids at. I can come back another day and see your sanctuary. But I would like to learn more about your beliefs and practices. It would be most fascinating." It would be my pleasure," said Livia, offering him her arm. "I am Livia, by the way."He took it, as she lead him to the clerics' dining area. "Of course it would. What priest, or priestess for that matter, would not bend over backwards to find a new convert." And what older gentleman would not give up his eyeteeth to spend sometime with a younger. And they looked nothing alike. Aunt Meg was tall with long legs and large "D" cup tits. She was a bit chubby but not fat. She had jet black hair with dark seductive eyes and a nice dark bush, not too thick so you could see her slit and full plump pussy lips. The house they lived in was older with two baths but only one had a shower and it was in their bedroom. Meg squeezed my balls a little thus making my cock harder. "How many girls have you speared with this? I hope a good looking young man. All of a sudden, I told him he looked so sexy and I wanted his black cock…I had told my age before; but Marion said I was a liar; a woman in her late forties could not have a gorgeous body like mine.I teased him, saying he could come to my place and check out if I was telling him the truth or not…Marion laughed on the screen and just asked me the address…He said he also wanted to have me; to fuck me as I deserved.I asked how long would take him to get my home and he answered he would be.