Naked breakfasts just don't happen anymore." I guess I've never been with anybody long enough for a routine to really get established." I said."Well i...t happens. You can do stuff to mix it up, but over time I think it's inevitable." She sighed again. "At least I get to live vicariously through you." She finished with smirk. "What was with him calling you Ann? I've never heard anybody call you Ann before."I blushed. "That's our codeword. If he calls me Ann, and I respond by calling him Sir, then. ‘Sorry Paul, but not yet you don’t,’ she whispered up to him. Her hand let go of his cock, and rested on his thigh. ‘Have you ever licked a girl?’ He was wide eyed, trying to take in what was happening. He shook his head. ‘Well I think it’s about time you had your first lesson,’ she said, grinning up at him. ‘But we don’t need so much clothing anymore.’ She pulled off his boots, and reached up to grab his jeans at the hips. Paul got the message, and shifted on the chair to let her tug them. Hope that you two will come down for the weekend as usual, but for now you should continue with your own lives and jobs ... your father needs rest, and peace, and above all he needs normality." But Aunt Trudy, what about your business, how can you stay away for so long and not have it suffer?" Iris protested.Aunt Trudy smiled. "I have good people in key places, Iris; I can keep in touch remotely and keep my fingers in the pies that I am presently cooking up."Iris laughed at her aunt's analogy.. She raised her arms, allowing him to pull her shirt over her head. She would definitely have to give him head, she thought. She couldn’t lead him on! He dropped her shirt on the floor and his lips were on hers once more as her hand eagerly grabbed for his cock again. He began to kiss down her neck and Charmaine lay helpless to his touch. She stroked his long dick slowly as he kissed down the tanned skin of her chest. His hand was stroking her belly, softly, but now it slid up her body to her.