It was time to heat up the room. As I moved my hand up lowered myself gently- my hard erection was now running up and down her spine along with my two...firm hands.Alarmed! My Aunt immediately realized something amiss and cocked her head up. She took one hand to her back and grabbed my cock. To my surprise she started to stroke it using the oil on her back as lubrication. She then made me get down and while holding my cock pulled me right in front of the bed.My erection was gently resting on her. I tapped lightly at the center of her auburn-fringed well which caused her to bite the cloth of my shirt while she her nails dug into my arm. When I touched the nubbin that controlled her pleasure her knees buckled slightly and I pulled her body tight against mine so she would not fall. Jillybean’s hand searched blindly for my hard flesh: eager for her touch. Massaging my erection through the fabric of my jeans her body weighed on mine and I felt the entrance to her body yield as my finger. Despite my grizzledprotests, she pressed the cup spout to my lips and forced me to drainthe contents. My stomach was starting to slosh with all the liquids Ihad been made to consume."Shhh, baby. Drink up." Aunty tilted the base of the cup up high topour the remaining few drops down my throat. She snatched the spoutfrom my lips and lectured me. "Now, now, Baby Candy! Little girls likeyou can't be trusted to walk around with a normal cup, sweetie. If youwant another drink later, come and ask. In her parttime cross-dressing days she might have thrilled and the feeling, but nowshe was preoccupied with trying to be a woman, not a floozy. "How dowoman deal with this?" she wondered. Her attention turned back to thetraffic.Driving into the City was nerve wracking under normal circumstances,going in for a job interview made it doubly so. Starting to live fulltime as a woman was a triple whammy she thought as she searched theneighborhood for a parking spot. With only twenty minutes.