I went back to Aunt Natalie's house straight after the funeral and got talking to a friend of my Aunt's. I guess he was about 50. He'd been a co-worke... at the office where she worked, and I suspected that he might also have been a lover. Aunt Natalie had never married. He certainly seemed very upset by her loss, and as we talked on the front terrace of her house he took my hand and I comforted him.And it seemed quite natural for me to comfort him in any way I could. Words didn't seem enough. I. I had never felt so sexually alive as I did with him. He made things happen to my body that no one else had ever caused and not once had he touched it. He could make my mind orgasm long before my body would follow with the lead. He was my every fantasy, my every desire, my every need. He was my everything. Time moved slowly over those five years and the relationship between us was constantly changing. We would be fine one minute and then fighting the next. Not those typical disagreements you. Lowering the portal window close to the ground, she carefully watched one of the dials on the board in front of her. Finally, satisfied that no other portal was in operation nearby, she shrank the portal opening to less than a foot in diameter and maneuvered it beneath the shack."There, she pointed to where she could see traces ofdisturbed earth. "That's where Jordan's records should be buried."Willing hands soon had the trove uncovered, and the records safely stacked in a neat pile behind her.. It was then too that I remembered my dance-floor had been fitted with a small glass viewing window for the benefit of the man underneath. I couldn't see where it was, but I smiled to myself at the thought of him looking up between my legs as I danced above him. I had no idea how clearly he could see, but I hoped he'd at least get some pleasure from the fact that I'd chosen not to wear any panties under my short skirt.Now under the spell of the music, and with my nervousness replaced with.