Would she believe me? Could I make herbelieve me? I took a deep breath. "Melissa, I need to tell yousomething.........." Listen, Melissa, Michael isn'... who he really is," I said, stillthinking out how I it would be possible for me tell her this. "What doyou mean, Auntie Janice?" Melissa said, wiping some tears from hereyes. Here goes nothing, I thought deciding that I will tell her thetruth. "Look Melissa, has Michael been acting odd over the last couplemonths or so?" I said exhaling a deep. This made Fleurs and Micky look at him questioningly. “I already told her to screw the poor bugger and put him out of his misery.”‘Yes, I have also told her this. Realia, bless her, even mated with cranky old Dartmoor to produce Skyla. She is but three hundred, and he is our oldest male at over nine hundred years old. She told me that she wanted to produce a genetically compatible mate for Silver to help us strengthen our pride.’‘I’m still not sure why it took them twelve years and the laying. Only she wouldn't be naked, kneeling on the floor still fondling my dick perhaps."I'll deal with your Aunt Susan at a later time," I informed her. "If she is involved, and if she has indeed been allowing your mother and her lover to use her place for their rendezvous, then that's something she's going to be held accountable for. But like I said honey, until your mom and I can agree to sit down and discuss all this rationally, until then ... I don't want to drag everyone else into this and make. Maybe the alcohol played with my memory as I don't remember all that happened.I recall some kissing, some fondling, then the two of us totally nude together on my brother’s bed, Miriam on her back, our sweaty bodies rubbing together and me thrusting inside of her. Then there is that one crystal clear memory, the moment I climaxed inside of her, how wonderful it felt. Maybe I remember it so well because I've thought about it so many times. It was my first time with a woman after all. I remember.