She wore black high heel pumps. Her hair flowed perfectly and rested on her shoulders. Her makeup looked like she stepped out of a magazine."Do I look... better today?” she asked. I took a step back and gave her a complete inspection look. With heels, she was near 5’6”, her breasts appeared perfect and I guessed a 36C, she had a tiny waist, and killer legs.“I was in shock yesterday and tried to hide my embarrassment. I thought you looked great, but today you are drop-dead gorgeous.”She smiled. As her friend’s family was overseas (her friend’s father is an SIA pilot, and her friend’s mother and brother often join him on his overseas trips during the holidays), Angeline told me to join them upstairs instead of waiting in my car. I rang the doorbell and Angeline opened the door. A GND, she was dressed in a white t-shirt and red FBTs. Beneath her white t-shirt was a bright blue halter bra, the same one she was wearing when we first met. My cock erected.I said hi to Angeline’s friend,. “I've been thinking about you all night and day...my nipples tingled at the thought of you, then when you came up my drive, my pussy twitched!” she said, “My co-worker told me when a woman gives a guy a blow job he comes right back because he missed sticking it between her legs.” “She might be right,” I said sheepishly. “Is that why you came to see me this afternoon then?' Auntie commented. “I guess you have me figured out....” I replied. Our usual cup of coffee was enjoyed with her standing. Fortunately she is also a woman of great discretion, and throughout many family get-togethers I’m sure that none of our relatives can ever have had the least inkling of our relationship as lovers. One of my most fervent hopes is that, when I’m as close to sixty as my mother’s younger sister, I’ll still be as vibrantly sexy and as physically fit and vigorous – and attractive - as she is. She is in many ways the opposite of me. Although I like going out into the countryside, I’m an urban creature.