Still, I make the best of it. I wander around, chatting randomly with others and eating. Thankfully there's an open bar.The company's not very large, ...aybe around 100. I'm pretty familiar with those there, or at least I thought I was. I see this beautiful raven-haired girl sitting in the corner, nervously snacking on some crackers. Wearing a sparkly silver dress, she looked stunning. She stands as I draw closer. She's short, maybe 5 foot. Small tits (my fave). I offer her a drink. She says, a. Then, I get to caress and stroke her whilst the storm passes, leaving her relaxed and sated - until the next time ! To achieve this objective, I gently eased her on top me by the simple movement of rolling onto my back and Sue followed suit with my shaft still deep in her mouth, not even pausing with the ministrations of her soft, demanding tongue. I luxuriated a short time longer and then, quite deliberatedly thrust upwards knowing she'd have to move away slightly. My moment had arrived and. If so, then it was possible that I was caught in the middle, being used as some kind of counterweight to the wrongs the other side was committing.The whole thing sounded like a cheap science fiction movie, but the facts were so out there I doubted how successful a movie could be with such an impossible pretext for a film. My life had been hijacked so many times, causing me to lose so many people I loved, that going along with whatever came next became my survival mechanism.The dream stirred up. My Uncle was a policeman at the time and was out at work."Hi David," she greeted me. "Jimmy said you'd be round. Let me get you the stuff and you can make a start." Hi Aunty," I replied and waited as she bustled off to get a bucket and cloths.Miriam was a very slim woman who always dressed smartly as if she was going out to some sort of formal occasion. She also had a tendency to wear low cut tops to show a little cleavage and was my favourite aunt by a long shot as she'd always take the time.