“No I haven’t,” I shot back. I was beaming.“Yes you have,” she insisted as she handed me a steaming cookie and the glass of milk. I snatched...the cookie and took a large bite. It was just as I remembered. I took a swig of milk and swallowed. In mere seconds, the cookie was gone.“In fact,” continued my aunt, “you’re so big you deserve another cookie.” She handed me another steaming treat. I vanished as quickly as the last. I had not been this happy in a long time.Aunt Abby and I spent the entire. "Close your eyes," she said. When I did, she gave me another lovely kiss, much shorter this time, before caressing my face with soapy hands. She took longer than expected, as if blind and memorizing it through touch."Sorry, I love the contours you have. I'm a sculptor. I make clay busts." I love busts too," I joked, caressing her small, perfect ones, perky like all the clones and Helen."Idiot," she murmured. I could hear her excitement even if she pushed my hands away. "Turn around."I washed. I decided I needed to get Mal and head to our apartment to go to sleep. Juba walked me back to Cletus’ room. We entered quietly to hear two different people snoring . Both my wife and cletus were sound asleep on the broken mattress. She was still on top of him and he was buried inside of my wife . Only about an inch of his footling thingy near the base was showing. It was twitching . I was confused . It was twitching and flexing. His balls were so different than mine. The way I was now watching. I opened her ass with my hands and it looked beautiful. Like one of those asses in porn movies you can’t actually believe it’s real. I started licking her asshole and I could see how she liked it, how she wanted me to go deeper. I did so, while pressing my fingers harder against her clitoris. She started moaning ver loud and shouted like I had hit her very hard, followed by a very particular howl, like an a****l who is warning another one of something. “Sit on the corner of the bed”, she told.