...I taste myself, and I like that as well. We kiss for about ten minutes and slowly break apart."You okay, sweetie?" she asks softly as she is still ...olding my hand."Yeah, it felt...amazing, but what does it....all mean now? I mean, you..and I...we're, well, family, should we, you know, isn't it...well, wrong?"She smiles and shakes her head. "Wow. You're putting all that over a pair of shared orgasms? That's your mother talking there. Call this....a moment between friends, because aunt or not,. "Your name from the before is unimportant to you and best forgotten. Chiara is she who is now the only you that is. Chiara was she who is now the only you that was. Chiara will be she who is now the only you that will be."And now is the time for sleep, Chiara. Sleep until just before the humans come in the morning. When you wake, you will be you and no other. You will, for a short time, possess certain memories of who you had been, but they will be as if you were told them and _not_ as if. When they left he would Adjust his cock which always started to grow in my presence and ask me if I had a New Magazines (I always kept hot pussy magazines for him to get him hot) and he would come in and I would suck him. I especially loved when e sweaty from the heat and hard work and I would suck his sweat off his balls before sucking his load. Eventually I made a more Elaborate arrangement with him. Since I worked from home I was always there and I decided to get him a bathrobe and have a. He was in his early sixties I guess and rather portly with a large belly and double chin. He was good fun and I'd got to know him a little bit during the run, telling him often that he was barking up the wrong tree when he’d flirt with me. The night of the party he’d been at it again, telling me how good looking I was, and what a shame it was that I was straight. I’d laughed along but given him no encouragement, but the more I had to drink, the more my thoughts turned to what I could do with.