She was already unbuttoning my shirt. Just as we entered the bedroom, she broke our kiss and opened my shirt up, exposing my chest. Jacqui then lowere...d her head and began to plant kisses on my skin. Her lips felt soft, warm, and wet with every kiss she planted on my chest. I slid my hands down to her waist and grabbed the end of her top, gently lifting it as she raised her arms to allow me to remove it. What I was presented with was a beautiful pair of breasts encased in a black lacey bra. If I. "Mmmmmm" escaped around our joined lips. We broke. A purr. "I did it right..." More kisses. Her body was pressing against mine in ways that were at once knowing and innocent.I know she had to feel my dick. I was as hard as I've ever been in my life. I'm no giant in that regard. Six inches. But it was in champion form tonight. I hadn't had a woman in, well, I just didn't remember. And now, pressed against me, was perhaps the most perfect young girl on the planet."Baby," I said, "you know what. " But I'm certain your seeing someone else for sex," she replied, now expressing, not anger, but a kind of frustration with my avoidance of answering her question."I'm seeing," I began, and then paused. Then, taking in, and letting out another breath, I said: "I go see this other guy. Jack is his name. He has a private glory hole in his garage in his backyard." Then I added, as she laid there staring up at me: "It's just sex, Melanie. Nothing more. I promise." You mean he gives you a blow job?". "Cyrano de Bergerac," I repeated. I sat sideways on one of the ornate dining chairs in the room and slipped my arm around the back of the chair. I smiled and batted my eyelids."Don't give me that look. What kinda movie is this, uh, Cereal di Hajiback?" It's French." It's what? It's fresh?" French, Aunt Frances. French."We both looked up as Uncle Johnny appeared in the doorway leading to the bedrooms. His hair mussed, his eyes squinting in the light, he scratched his tummy over his pajamas.Aunt.