Youre always writing, she commented, without any mocking in her voice. It makes me very curious. They walked down the hall together. I dont know if y...u could handle the things Ive put in here. She stepped in front of him, stopping him short. Id like it if youd try me. What possessed him to give his book to her, he figured hed never know. That night had been torture for him&hellip, he was mentally taking stock of everything hed put in that bookhis fantasies, his more homicidal musings, his. "Are you telling me you haven't been informed of the purpose of my visit?" I was all set to go one on one with him if he pushed his attitude much more.His head came up and his eyes narrowed. I don't think he quite expected me to confront him."There was some mention of a visit by one of the Vancouver people," he said, offering nothing more."I find that hard to believe. I talked to Tom Yardley a few minutes ago. I'm sure he told you what the object of my visit was. Is there some reason you object. "Well not as much as you but I do. Maybe a couple of times a week. Then when Rob is here we have sex three times a week." She said. Wow I thought to myself. I never really thought about my aunt having sex or even masturbating. "So how do you, you know, masturbate?" I pushed. "Well just like you, I get a visual in my head and play with my clit." She said. Aunt Kay has never been one to sugar coat anything. Being curious about what she thinks about I asked "About Rob or other men?" "Well, you. The first time I played with my clitty I had such a huge orgasm I nearly screamed the house down it was so intense and will forever be imprinted in my brain, to this day my orgasms are still as yummy and intense I just totally love love love cumming. Anyway a little later Aunt H came home and things kinda went back to normal, we made dinner and she drank way too much as usual amd eventually stumbling off to bed – passing out. I excused myself saying I was going to bath leaving my Dad watching.