He’s great in bed, and is controlling. He is what I am to Danny. It’s a nice mix. Saturday rolls around, and my husband is due home in about four... days. Lee is coming over today, and said he has plans for me. We haven’t seen each other in a while, and he misses my sweet little pussy. I can’t deny I’m not a hungry little whore for his cock. He knows I am too, and I know he’ll tease me. When he finally shows up, he doesn't even knock. He comes right in, strolls right up to me, and grips my chin. "OMG what's happening to me?" he moaned as he sat on the edge of his bedand started crying. Daniel was sitting on the bed, elbows on his kneesand his hands cupping his face sobbing when Margaret entered the room."Darling, is something the matter? Why are you crying?" she said as shesat beside him."Oh Auntie everything is so wrong. I'm....I'm not me anymore," he sobbed."Of course you are Heather. You're the beautiful young lady you alwaysshould have been. Now, tell me, why are you crying. "Before he could answer she bent her knees, leaned back against the side wall of the shower and spread her legs open. Gripping the bottom of the toothbrush she shoved it between her cunt flaps and straight up as far as it could go, using it like a dildo to try and squeeze all the cum out. It also worked great as a scratching tool because her pussy was really quite itchy."What the hell are you doing?" he asked, his eyes leaping wide."What does it look like, I'm cleaning my cunt," she panted,. We’d got a bit drunk, as always. We laughed and talked until midnight when Glenda and I went to bed. I lay beside Glenda, listening to her familiar sounds, the little snuffles as she tried to sleep, the way her breathing became more regular as she drifted off.When I was sure she was fast asleep, I carefully pushed back the bed clothes, and, in my simple, sheer black nightdress, I padded quietly along the landing, down the slightly creaky staircase and into the sitting room. A fire still blazed.