Then I slipped her hot body out of that dress and now saw her lacy black panties. I could see the wet patch on it confirming how horny she was. I roll...d her onto the bed and now I was on top of her. I started kissing her forehead, licking her ears, biting her ear lobes, reached her lips, bit her lips hard, went further down, licking her on every inch of her neck and collar bone, going further down trailing my tongue between her cleavage, down to her navel, sucking her navel which made her. Anyway, that led to her divorce.Aunt Christy was mixed up in that story somewhere. She was six years younger than Aunt Vanessa, and nine years younger than my mother, and the divorce from my grandfather happened about the same time she was born. Nobody really talked about it much, but a curious genius finds ways to get threads of information, that can be woven into a tapestry, that will eventually give at least a partial picture of things.My grandmother didn’t look fifty-four. I remembered her. Not in my room, anyway. How in the hell did someone live without books? I growled in frustration and thought about turning on the television, except, I really didn't like watching TV, even when I wasn't already crawling out of my skin. I started to pace, but realizing that Noelle could probably hear me irritated me even more. I ended up curled up in a corner of my closet, sitting on my hands so I wouldn't put my fist through a wall.That's where Evan found me.He stood in the door of my closet. I. ‘No, do you really think so’? ‘I’d put money on it’. ‘Could be fun’ she replied, but I didn’t think her serious. We talked some more and I began to think she really wanted to do it, so in the end I simply said, ‘if we do it, you know it can’t be undone’. Then I let her decide if we went to dinner.We went, we all did the ‘you look different with your clothes on’ joke and then had a pleasant dinner, BBQ, salad, fruit, beer and wine. The conversation was light and varied, the beach came up a.