" I protested."Frances, are you Frances?" Aunt Matilda asked as they opened the door a crack."Sure, can I come in?" I asked."No, I'm sorry but, well,"...Matilda said apologetically, "Frances, we thought you were a girl." We cannot possibly have a young man to stay," May explained, "We are two unmarried ladies, the neighbours would surely talk!" she added."Hell you promised," I reminded them, "And I'm Francis with an i, I saw you at cousin Ivor's funeral, you must must have known?" We did. "I think it's rather cute," she wistfully added.I sighed inside; She thought I was "Cute", the sort of affection girls bestowed upon puppies and babies. It underlined the dick-less wonder tag I thought the girls associated me with after they performed their sexy dance for me. "Have they found your thief yet?" I quickly asked."Thief?" Yeah, you know, the thief taking your," My voice trailed off, it was one giant leap for me to admit my devotion for her but a bit too far to start talking about. There, laying on her stomach with the radiant moonlight washing over her bare back, was my lovely Teresa. Her long, dark hair was pooled around her shoulders and seemed to shimmer in the pale luminescence of the moon. She was nude on the bed, with the single sheet draped lightly over her left leg. The remaining cover was gathered over her hips, seductively hiding her gorgeous bottom. Her arms were curled up and tucked under her breast, hiding her full bosom in a way that was so enchanting my. . no cuming yet. I start tickling you with my tongue. All those hidden places, all those places that were never ticklish before. You scream for me to stop, not now, I have you in my power. I stand up and place my engorged member next to your face and you open your mouth to taste me. You suck like a mad woman, wanting me, needing me. You enjoy sucking me. I pull out before I cum. I step back for a moment and look at a beautiful woman. I gather my self and begin the light,.