He took a sip from a water bottle and then turned to look at me and said “you are one nice………..dude.” To which I responded “Faggot. Rhett,...I am not political. You can call me a fag or queer and it is not going to hurt my feelings. I know what I am and what I do and I like the men I meet and take care of. I want you to be comfortable with me and not think that I am going to go all irrational on you. I am an old school queen. No attitude. Just aptitude.” He responded by saying “Friend, you blew. I moved closer to her face, she didn't know if she should suck me, i think she was feeling guilty for you lolso i started to rub my cock gently on her lips till she opened up. i pulled my foreskin back and slid into her mouth, she put both hands by her side clinging onto the sofa while i started to ease in and out gradually building the momentum until i was fucking her mouth quite fast, im 9" hard so she gagged a couple of times which lubed her mouth up more,i grabbed your wife's head in both. "Christ," I think to myself, "it's Ned-fucking-Flanders."I walk up to the door with my box of tools, suitably attired as a professional joiner, hard hat, rigger boots and hi-vis vest, tool belt clinking as I walk with the hammer dangling at my side.Jim shows me through to the kitchen and shows me the work at hand.I nod, politely saying, "No problem mate, I'll have this done before the end of the day to which he replies, "Fandably doo!" I'm cringing at the choice of words used for appreciation. He knew the Aunt barely left the small unit, did a bit of gardening but certainly would be home when he took the papers around.It was just after two in the afternoon when he knocked on her door. A couple of minutes passed before a voice asked behind the closed door. "Who is that?" Warren Aunty Grace", he replied. He used her full title for that was the way he had originally been introduced to her and in the time he was helping with the maintenance as his mates, she was called by her own.