Things were winding down around the house and it was the time of evening I love. I could sit for a few minutes and think without the baby attached to ...my hip or my boss in my ear. I could hear my son, Scott, on the phone in the next room, more than likely with his new girlfriend for the moment. My thoughts turned to Scott. He is 18, a senior this year, and he wants to do well, get some scholarships, and get accepted into a fairly decent college. I know first-hand how Scott can get when he feels. ( I don’t know in which class they were studying)As they were our neighbour, we had good relationship with the. I use to go to their home whenever I gets time and spend lot of time with them and their kids. There was no objection from neither from our side nor from their side. It was like second home to me.Aunty had a good personality of very good figure. In short, if have to explain, she might have had the figure like hindi film actress Hemamalini. Having long thick hair on head, slightly. She was also in line to get a huge bonus at the end of the financial year to recognise the great job she was doing. I had my own financial planning business that I ran from home. To my clients I was Mikki, a financial wizard who helped every client she had in all sorts of ways. To Caz she was Mikki who used to be known as Michael. He was her husband but Mikki was her cross-dressing slut lover. They had shared many male lovers and were both hoping for that to continue. Because they moved to a. She had some good moves, but they were a little out of date. She'd been out of the game for a while, I figured. Still, she wasn't afraid to shake her tits or wiggle her ass, and she didn't pull away when I started dancing close enough feel those wiggles through my slacks.I moved around behind her, and put my hands on her hips. I could feel the heat rising from her body. I gave her a little kiss on the neck and said, "Let's go."We took my car over to her place, a third floor walk-up in a quiet.