Now I was the one who was getting upset.“Well, you need to, Nurse O’Malley, because this conversation is not yielding anything positive that I can...detect, and what we need right now is obviously some clear communication so we can make decisions on what the fuck to do!”Her shoulders got rigid again.“All right,” she said, her voice full of controlled anger. “I thought you meant that adults get to do whatever the hell they want to, even if it’s not wise to do it. I thought, when you said we. I became red with shame and blush and lied on my shoulders.Aunty: cool maddu. I was kiddingMe: hehe. But I liked the respect towards my good.. LolAunty: he he.. LolI just got up and moved towards her. She was searching something in her bag and the bag is also on bed. She is sitting on bed and searching bag.Me: what you are searching?Aunty: shampoo sachet madduI took the bag and poured all the things over bed and made the bag empty.Aunty: arey what you are doing? (casually)Me: now you find. You. I made a choice and did a work-around to get it because I could. It is another part of sex to me, a part of your body that was denied to me. No more than that. Do not get your hopes up, it says nothing about when or how you leave.”“If you say so.” Maybe she could read kisses. But since I am a psychopath - according to three now-dead expert doctors - I was sure there was nothing to read. I reminded her of that.Then I said it was time for more play with the fun furniture downstairs. “Time to ride. Tiffany stepped inside and closed the door. With her back to Mr. Johnson, she bent from the waist with her legs straight, running her hands down first one leg and then the other as if she were smoothing her stockings. But Tiffany's legs were bare as usual. Mr. Johnson's jaw dropped when her short, tight skirt rode up her buttocks to show that she wasn't wearing panties. The half globes of her round ass were perfect and her hairless pussy peeked between her parted thighs.Tiffany's face appeared.