You were obviously already married, and Sandy was over a year old, when you wrote me. Look, you sowed your wild oats, or at least Joe did, so you live... your life and I'll live mine. I still hurt from the letter you sent me after all of these years. Now I hurt even more knowing you lied to me even then. So just forget that I exist, and just ignore it if your daughter tells you about some guy. Goodbye, Janet, don't call again."I thought I heard a sob before the connection was broken. Well, too. ..wow..." Aunt Marie laughed happily.We stayed in each other's arms for a quiet Aunt Marieent and I began running my hand along her skin. I pulled back and used my palm and fingers to touch every part of her. Her nipples were erect and her pussy had tiny droplets of moisture even on the hairs of her trimmed bush. Aunt Marie smiled with her eyes closed as my fingers found their way between her soft vaginal lips. My fingertip was slick with her juice as I spread her hood and exposed her clit to. She looked up and saw him grabbing her ankle, moving it toward him, attempting to spread her legs. She resisted, tightening the muscles."A fighter, are you? His hand slapped the top of her leg, the noise ringing out in the cell. "Relax your leg, I want to see that sweet pussy," he ordered her. He watched her as she submitted, her leg hanging limply. He pulled her leg over to the edge of the bed, her legs spread about a foot apart. He ran his hand up and down her leg, from her ankle to her knee.. ....As usual Madge was probably right......I had of course been so scared i was almost shaking with fear andapprehension as this actually was the very first time i would be seen bya man in my new role. Madge actually made me do a little curtsey forthis intimidating older gentleman who then showered me with complimentson my appearance, femininity and general elegance. That immediately hadeffect and i blushed profusely. Over time mr. Harold turned out to bequite gentle and polite in his own.