“Is it alright if I call you Aunt Karen? I know you’re not my real Aunt, but I would like to be able to instead of saying Mrs. Hayward all the tim...e.”“I’d love for you to call me, Aunt Karen,” she replied, kissing his head.“Aunt Karen, can I talk to you?”“Of course you can honey,” she smiled.“I’m worried about my mom.”“Why’s that?”“She isn’t happy anymore, at least at home. I see her crying a lot now. My parents don’t talk much anymore except to argue. My Aunt Trisha spends almost every day with. Oh shit, what was I going to do? I couldn’t alienate her.??No, please, Gretchen, I didn’t mean it that way? I begged. ??I just want to make love to you, because I’m so horny?.?Don’t you want to take your clothes off and make gentle love, like we used to?? I was babbling at this point.?Gretchen had turned to me again. She toyed with her hair, and looked me in the eye in that sort of limpid way she used to—I grinned feebly at her. ?Gretch put down her nail polish brush and began toying casually. So, needless to say, I was a little worried. Nick (that's his name) was really sweet...he sucked me all over, my breasts, my neck, my stomach, my clit...his lips made me so hot and horny. I touched his penis and wanted to suck it, but realized I really just wanted it in my pussy, I mean I can give head whenever. Nick sat on the bed and I tried to lower myself onto his cock, but it was so big...I could get it half way in, but it hurt, and I wanted him to be able to really fuck me...I wanted to. I removed one of your black high heels and licked and kissed the back of your foot, biting gently at your sole. Replacing your high heel I repeated the process on the other nyloned foot. I then had you roll over onto your back and once done I placed myself at your feet. I removed your high heel again and with my hand placed your other high-heeled foot on my hard cock over my underwear. I then took your foot into my mouth, licking and kissing each toe through the nylon stocking. I took my time.