I got a bit braver with the questions:“Do/did you have sex with him?”,”How was it”, “did it give you what you wanted” etc and she answered...very matter of factly. By now I had a raging hard-on which I didn’t want to shock her with seeing so I took a step sideways to stand behind the chest-high screen that surrounded her desk on two sides. With my arms laid nonchalantly along the top of the screen I could rub my crotch against the screen, without her seeing, while continuing the conversation. I. Her breasts flooded voluptuously over her stomach and her flesh moved in waves under her arm’s energyc movement that simply pounded away on the inflamed vagina. - Hello ...? Michelle? Can you hear me?- Yes, my aunt belched over the phone. Just a second, Carmencita. Hold that thought ...!I heard the phone drop on the floor, followed by a loud splooshy sound from both the receiver and the downstairs room, like someone was beating a soaking rag.Good old Michelle raised and lowered her knees in. “You could never live without cumming. I don’t think any man can.” “Yes we can,” I moaned. “It’s you women that can’t do without it. You’re built for sex.” “Nope, I bet I could go a lot longer than you. You wake up hard.” “And forgive me, but I could have sworn there have been mornings where you can’t get my clothes off fast enough.” “Okay, but that’s rare. I wake up to something poking me every morning. You won’t win.” “Wanna bet?” I teased. “Sure. One week, no sex. Or masturbation.. .. don't... seem... to... be... understanding... me. Listen very closely."I opened one eye for a surreptitious peek, and damn if it wasn't another scriptwriter's wet dream. All I could see was the outline of a figure standing in front of the street lamp. He was surrounded by an aura from the light's halogen glow. I'm sure it was a trick of the light and the shadows and the fact that I was looking at him from two inches off the ground, but I swear he was eight feet tall. Thin, but still bigger.