We silently found seats around the stove in the living room. The fire was still burning, it had been built that morning before the funeral. Bobby adde...d another split piece of firewood before anyone did or said anything.We sat about in our own thoughts for a while. In my case, the thoughts were of my mother, who we had just laid to rest, and my relationship to her. The term, laid to rest, made me choke back tears. It would be the first rest she had ever known. Momma had worked right up till the. The bra was pretty low cut and showed agood deal of the tops of my forms. It also pushed my faux breaststogether, creating a very nice cleavage. The only problem was that theforms and my skin were close in color, but not exactly alike. Wendytook care of that problem by applying makeup to my chest and blendingthe two together.She handed me a black, silky half slip to pull on, which barely coveredmy garter fasteners. Patent leather, four inch black pumps followed.Wendy was true to her word. . She has blonde hair which is dyed, blue eyes..So without wasting further time, lets get on with the story...It was November of 2009 and my Aunt was moving home having split with my uncle and finding a place of her own to live. Being the good nephew I didnt think twice when she asked me to help her move and seen as I was doing nothing anyway, agreed to help her out. The day itself was a cold one and when she picked me up in the morning it seemed like any other day, no real sexual feelings. “For you, repair shop guy, you fucking sort it. I'm off to the golf club, don't fucking wait up,” her husband said tossing her the phone and storming off.'Wasn't going to anyway,' Cathy thought. 'Fucking dick head, go fuck some slapper at the club, I don't want that pathetic lump of meat between your legs up me.'She dialled the number.“Hello, Cathy Harrison here, good news I hope.” Her voice was still shaky from her husband's outburst.“Hi Cathy, think we have come up with a way to cut the cost.