When Jack kissed his wife goodbye and walked out the back door to his rig, Randall tagged along. As soon as he thought his aunt was out of earshot, he...said, "Uncle Jack, when we were talking the other day, you said keeping an eye on Aunt Rita was part of what you were asking me to do. What else were you thinking about?" He needed to ask because it had been on his mind ever since and he had to know for sure if it was what he feared.Again, Jack had to stop and think hard about how to say it.. Startled from my reverie of imagination of fucking her, I looked up and smiled, ‘Yes, did you want something’. ‘Well, this might be my imagination, but my hubby and I had a bet that your cock is stimulated by my hairy twat. He said no, and I said yes. Who wins the bet?’By now I was riddled with embarrassment and stammered that she won. ‘I’m not a pervert but I must be honest in that I admire elderly ladies bodies and yours is so sensuous. ‘Well, that’s first for me’ she replied. ‘Sid, this. My hand lifted and ran through my hair and cleared my throat again. ‘Of course not, Miss…? I had let the sentence falter and my own green eyes met brown. Then she smiled. I wasn’t so sure about that smile, it was seductive – even more so than the rest of that petite frame. I had managed a small smile back. She stood from that chair and took a seat on the desk, leaning back toward me, bottle still in hand. God, she smelled of roses. Roses and rain. I watched in stunned silence as her tongue. It was Tracy. She walked around the couch and sat on the other end. She had her hair wet and she was wearing a white bathrobe that had belonged to our dad."Mark" she said, "I don't think we should do that again... you know... what we did upstairs.”"Why?" I asked."Well, it's not right. I don't think our father would ever approve it," she responded."Our father is not here!" I responded harshly.She remained quiet for a while and then she started crying.I moved close to her and held her, "I'm.