She looked at me in surprise and asked ‘hey, how come you are here? And that too soooo early.’ I sheepishly looked at her said ‘anyone at home?�...�� She said ‘no, I was just getting ready to go to work. Uncle will be back after his night shift only after 11.’ Her husband worked shifts and that is how we got our chances earlier too.A little about my aunt for those who have not read my earlier story. She is a middle-aged (around 38-year old) Malayalee aunty, 5.2 and slightly brownish in. " Yup. So many choices, but I think I'll get straight to it. Joe, you will let us remove your Speedo with our mouths!" What? Already? I'm not sure I'm ready to see Joe naked ... well, at least it's not me and I get to help him strip."Since we'd all removed shoes and socks before the game, Joe only had two scraps on. He stood between them again and they plotted how to get his shorts off with just mouths. They seemed to be a little distracted by his tented Speedo. Both girls started with an ear. Does that mean we can stop doing all that icky stuff all the time which makes you scream, and that wrecks bulldog clips?"Gae punched me in the arm which is her way of telling me she loves me. "No fuckin' fear! I need double the dosage of testosterone inserted to make sure we get a boy. There are enough women around this house, distracting you." Oh, woe is me, alack and alas, the life of a working man is never done. Stop laughing wench, this is serious, I'm feeling crook because I'm going to be. Her eyes are jet black, her skin is porcelain white. She reads while smoking. I have yet to see her socialize with anyone. I think she’s a sub. A few days ago, we were waiting for the elevator. I tried to make eye contact with her, to no avail. When the elevator doors opened, I motioned her to enter. She said, “Thank you,” soft and barely audible. I nodded my head in acknowledgement. Her eyes looked to the floor as she spoke. I was almost certain that she’s a sub, at that point. The.