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   The Importance of Family, Part One: by Mars Bonfire (MF, inc, senior)

   Author's note: This story takes place in 1985.



   If you let it, life can be pretty damn good.  I allowed myself to
sometimes feel satisfied and fulfilled, because I had

   built a pretty good world for myself.  In my mid-thirties, I owned a hip
dive bar in South Austin, the AusTex Lounge,

   frequented by Mexicans, students, bikers and the occasional slumming
princes and princesses of the city.  We featured

   live music, R & B, blues, rockabilly, Tejano and punk mostly, with an
eclectic mix of music, beers and patrons.  I wasn't

   getting rich on the bar, but my income helped me maintain my bungalow in
Travis Heights, keep my 1976 BMW 2002 on

   the road, and I always smoked whatever was the best dope in town.  I
wasn't bad-looking, was naturally fit, had good teeth,

   and was charming when I wanted to be.  I didn't try to compete with
young guys in the looks and fashion departments, but I

   usually got laid about fifteen to twenty times a year with a variety of
women.  My type?  Basically anybody who wanted to fuck.

   I'm not what you would call choosy.



   My cousin Lucinda was getting married for the third time.  It wasn't a
big deal, but a whole lot of family was coming

   in from all over the country for the ceremony and party afterwards.  I
had recently run into my Aunt Susan, Lucinda's

   mother, and she made it a point to let me know how much it would mean to
her if I attended.  I usually want to be

   in my bar on Saturday night, to watch over things, but between my
doorman and my head bartender (and the Mossberg

   twelve-gauge pump and Louisville Slugger under the bar), I felt that
everything would be okay if I took an evening off.

   I wanted to be as kind to my aunt as possible, since her husband, my
father's older brother, had died the previous year,

   and she was still kind of in mourning.



   The wedding was to be held on a sultry night in mid-June, temps in the
high 80s, pretty typical of Central Texas in the

   early summer.  As I showered and shaved, it was still broad daylight
outside, and would be until about 7:45 or 8:00 PM.

   I dressed quickly, beige linen suit, lavender rayon button-down, dark
brown suede loafers and a brown lizard skin belt.

   I strapped on my stainless-steel Omega with the mesh band, loaded my
brushed aluminum cigarette case with Pall Malls,

   filled my Imco tank lighter and splashed on a tiny bit of lavender
after-shave.  I was running a little early, so I smoked

   half a joint of some primo Oaxacan.  I felt ready for anything,
including my mother and her six sisters, Lana, Laura,

   Bernadette, Doris, Monica and Colleen.  I didn't have a date for the
wedding, but a bunch of my single cousins were going

   to be there, so I would have plenty of company.



   The wedding ceremony and reception were to be held at the same place,
the Sheraton Crest Hotel, on South First and

   the shores of Town Lake.  It was literally less than ten minutes from my
house on Mary Street, close to Congress

   Avenue.  The hotel was one of my favorite spots in the city, near the
First Street bridge where the largest colony

   of Mexican free-tail bats in North America live.  Every evening around
dusk, they would fly from under the

   bridge, all two million of them, out into the night.  I enjoyed having
cocktails on the verandah of the Crest and

   watching them fly.  The wedding and reception were being held in the
grand ballroom.  Lucinda always had to have the

   best of everything, and had been very spoiled by her father.  Now that
he was gone, she was marrying a rich guy almost

   her father's age.  I think any comment on that is probably unnecessary.
As I parked the BMW, I recognized my mother's

   Mercedes in the parking lot.  Everybody that knew her called her Miss
Barbara, including her children.  She could be hard

   to deal with sometimes, but she had to be tough, running our family
business, while my father L.Z.  drank Scotch all day and

   bet on football.  I guess she loved him.



   As I walked into the ballroom, I was besieged by relatives, but I knew
my first stop had better be my mother.

   She was seated with my Aunt Susan close to where Lucinda and her fiance
would be married.  I dutifully kissed my

   mother, listened to her bust my balls about not wearing a necktie or
socks, and turned to say hello to my Aunt Susan.

   Who was this woman?  The Aunt Susan that I remembered was sort of drab,
always wearing loose clothing, glasses,

   always strapped down with giant underwire bras.  This Aunt Susan was a
bombshell.  Short, grey hair, kinda spiked,

   black linen sheath dress which really showed off her curves, sparkling
blue eyes, beautiful white teeth.  She

   had a plump ass that wouldn't quit, a small peter-belly in the front,
but the main attraction was the tits.  They

   stuck out from her petite body like twin footballs, no underwire, just a
soft cupped bra.  Her smiling face showed

   off her plump, fleshy lips, shiny with pink lip gloss.  Wow!  I had
never dreamed that good old Aunt Susan

   could look so sexy.  But then I remembered that she was much younger
than my Uncle Phil.  I tried to estimate her

   age, and figured she was about sixty.  Be that as it may, she was the
best looking woman in the room, and I knew

   who I was saving every dance for tonight.  "Wow!  Is that my favorite
aunt looking like a million bucks?" I said,

   grinning.  She loved it, saying "And look, my favorite nephew.  How do
you like me?", standing up and twirling,

   showing off how delectable looking she knew that she was.  "Doesn't she
look great?" Miss Barbara said.  Oh, right,

   there are other people here too.  "Was Aunt Susan's makeover your idea?"
My mother and grandmother owned

   a small chain of ladies wear and Merle Norman beauty supply stores back
home in Corpus Christi.  "I didn't

   need any help with a makeover, I did all this myself.  I wanted to look
good tonight for my daughter's wedding,

   said Aunt Susan.  "You did great", I said.  I couldn't keep my eyes off
of her tits as my large penis started

   to awaken.



   The rest of the night was a blur.  I got pretty hammered at the open
bar, several Absoluts on the rocks.

   I visited with my family, ate well at the buffet, danced, smoked
(including some schwag in the parking

   lot with my cousin Quinn) and generally had a good time.  I managed to
dance a couple of slow dances with my Aunt

   Susan.  She kept her distance and made sure our groins never touched,
although I was dying to pull her to me and

   grind my pelvis into hers.  I was a good boy, however, and suddenly it
was midnight, the band was packing up their

   instruments, and the evening appeared to be over.  Quinn suggested that
we all go for a nightcap at the Cedar Door.

   My mother begged off and went back to her suite at the Driskill.  So our
group was myself, Quinn, my cousins Leonard

   and Kimberly, Kim's husband Rex and Aunt Susan.  I volunteered to drive,
and subtly suggested that Aunt Susan ride with

   me.  Quinn had just gotten a new Jaguar, and everybody else rode with
him.  Aunt Susan was kind of drunk.  I had never

   seen her take a drink, and she had had at least five glasses of Pinot
Grigio at the reception.  "How you doing, Sue-Sue?"

   I asked, using the childhood nickname that I had called her all those
years ago.  "Just fine, Bubba", which was

   my nickname until I was about 10 years old.  As I drove to the Cedar
Door, Aunt Susan linked her arm with mine and

   leaned her head on my shoulder.  "You're not going to try to take
advantage of me, are you, Chris?" she asked,

   teasingly.  "Only if I can get away with it", I replied.  "Ooh!  You're
so bad!", she laughed and leaned over and

   kissed my cheek.



   We made last call at the Cedar Door, all of us a little tipsy, but not
ready to go home yet.  Quinn asked, "How are

   you getting home, Mom?  I'm too drunk to take you all the way to West
Austin".  I decided to step up.  "I'm okay

   to drive you home, Aunt Susan.  You live off Mopac and Mesa Road,
right?" "For twenty-five years, Christopher".

   As the party broke up, I held Aunt Susan's arm as I walked her to my
car. The ride home was uneventful, in fact

   Susan even passed out for a few minutes.  As I pulled into her familiar
driveway, I tried to think of an angle to

   get inside, but I was too fucking tired.  I walked Aunt Susan to the
door, said goodnight, and turned to leave.

   I felt her hand clutch my sleeve.  "Chris, you're not going to kiss me
goodnight?" In a flash I had her in my arms,

   as she put her arms around my neck.  She tilted her head, opened her
mouth slightly, closed her eyes and sighed.

   I wet my lips, leaned in and brushed my lips to hers.  She froze, looked
deep into my eyes, and smashed her wide

   open, hot mature mouth into mine.  Her lips felt electric, and her
tongue was a delight, meshing with mine in a

   mind-bending soul kiss.  After a few moments, she abruptly released me
and dashed into the house without saying

   another word.  I got into the car, snorted twin spoonfuls of cocaine
from the vial in my pocket and drove home,

   musing about that kiss.



   After that crazy night, I got back into my work routine, thinking
frequently about that erotic kiss.  I got lucky at

   New Atlantis Monday night, and I fantasized about Aunt Susan as I fucked
Suzette the bar skank.  During the day,

   Susan was never far from my mind, as I went about my days and nights. 
Then, about a week after that night, I got

   a call from Aunt Susan.  "Chris?  This is Aunt Susan." "Hello, Aunt
Susan, how are you?" I replied, somewhat surprised.

   "Well, I'm feeling a little embarassed about the other night.  I might
have had too much to drink, and done something

   inappropriate.", said Aunt Susan earnestly.  "If you did something
wrong, I sure don't know what it could have been.

   You're still my favorite aunt, and I have about a million of them." I
replied.  On the telephone line, I heard a deep sigh

   of relief and a light giggle.  "Well, Chris, you're very gallant, as
always.  I'd like to make it up to you.  Can you come

   to dinner tomorrow night?" The next night was Sunday, my day off, so I
agreed to come to her house around seven

   o'clock.  "Talk to you tomorrow night, love." said Susan, obviously
feeling better.



   The next night I dressed to go to her house.  I wanted to appear to be
very casual, not like I was expecting anything

   or that this was not just a night like any other, I was merely going to
my aunt's house for a family dinner.  I put on

   jeans, a navy blue-and-white striped oxford shirt and Jack Purcells.  I
donned my Seiko chronograph, a copper

   bracelet and a brown leather belt.  I removed my contact lenses and put
on my "empathetic" glasses.  I felt ready,

   but was expecting nothing.  Cool and coy, that's the way to play it, I
told myself.  Besides being old enough

   to be my mother, she was also my aunt, if not by blood, then by
marriage. Still, I felt Smackwater Jack begin to

   rise in my pants as I thought of those bodacious tits.  Okay, Chris,
whatever happens, happens.



   I drove my BMW down Ben White Boulevard to Mopac, and headed north,
taking the familiar roads to Aunt Susan's house,

   She answered the door, looking great.  Her 4"11" frame wore a simple
white shirt, tight jeans and no shoes.  "Chris,

   I'm so glad to see you!" she said, as I walked in the door and embraced
her.  Her large breasts seemed to be unfettered

   under her cotton shirt, and they felt great squashed against my chest,
as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed

   me lightly on the cheek.  "Hey, Aunt Susan, good to see you", I said, as
I took in her sparkling eyes, inviting smile and

   killer ass.  "Come on in, and make yourself comfortable.  I'll get us
some drinks.  Dinner is on, it should be about fifteen

   minutes more." She disappeared into the kitchen, as I sat down on a
cushy leather sofa.  In moments she returned,

   carrying two cold Shiner Bocks and a small bowl of pistachios.  She
curled up in a nearby armchair, and gave me a

   gave me a penetrating look.  "I feel really foolish for kissing my
nephew like that last Saturday.  I had too much

   to drink, and you were being so nice to me." "I would think that
everyone is nice to you, Aunt Susan," I replied,

   ignoring the implied apology.  "You don't know how things were between
your uncle and me.  Your Uncle Phil was very

   emotionally and verbally abusive to me.  My life with him was nothing
but lousy, except for my kids.  They are the

   only good thing that Phil Maccabee ever gave me." She was getting a
little emotional, so I changed the subject.

   "What a treat to see my favorite aunt twice in two weeks.  You look
really great.  You must be taking good care of

   yourself", I said.  "Oh, you!  You always know what to say to make me
feel better.  I'm going to check on dinner, it

   should be almost ready." Aunt Susan arose to go into the kitchen, but
stopped off on the way to give me a moist

   kiss, right on the lips.  That sure as hell got my attention.





   I followed her into the kitchen, watched as she checked her lambchops,
and on impulse, came up behind her, wrapped my

   arms around her waist and kissed her on the neck, her heavy breasts
resting on my forearms.  "Okay, buddy," she said,

   you keep that up, and you might not get any dinner", she said,
teasingly. "I don't care", I said, "it would be worth

   it.  You smell so good", I flirted.  I went and sat at the kitchen
table, where we would be eating, and watched her

   finish the meal, deglazing the lambchop pan, removing the garlic bread
from the oven, tossing a green salad.  "Soup's

   on", she said, carrying our meal to the table.  I stood up and pulled
her chair out for her.  "Thank you, Christopher",

   she said with a smile.  Encouraged, I briefly rubbed her neck as she sat
down, and kissed her lightly on the ear.  To

   a casual observer, I was just being an affectionate nephew, but Susan
and I could both feel the sexual tension in the

   room.  As I kissed her, she raised her arm and stroked the back of my
neck.  Then I sat down, and we both ate heartily,

   the conversation casual and neutral.  After we finished, I offered to do
the dishes, but she said no, she would just

   scrape and stack them and wash them later.  "Let's go finish the bottle
of wine in the hot tub", Aunt Susan suggested,

   and I knew I was going to fuck my sixty year old aunt that very evening.



   I hadn't brought my swim trunks, but Susan said I could just go in
wearing my plaid boxer shorts.  I undressed,

   went out to the lanai, lit a cigarette, and waited for Susan to change
into her swimsuit.  My mind was in a tumult,

   and I could not hide the massive erection that I was sporting.  I knew
that Susan would be enjoying my ten inches

   tonight, and that thought made me even harder.  After a couple of
minutes, Aunt Susan emerged from the sliding glass

   door that led to her bedroom.  She wore a dark blue maillot, cut high at
the hips and crotch, low at the neckline, the

   stretchy fabric molding itself to every womanly curve she possessed. 
She must have turned on the Jacuzzi by remote,

   because it was already steaming and bubbling.  I was feeling a little
lightheaded from the wine and my desire for my

   voluptuous aunt.  I took her hand as she stepped carefully into the hot
tub.  I held her arm as she slowly lowered herself

   into the hot, bubbly water.  As soon as she was settled, she dipped her
head into the water and wet her face and hair.

   For sixty, she looked remarkable, needing no makeup or frills.  Her skin
shone in the light from the patio and the

   full moon.  Her eyes glittered like stars, blinding me with lust.  Her
deep cleavage seemed to go on forever, and from

   what I could see, her tits must have been even bigger and firmer that I
had thought.  My cock rose to new heights,

   leaking pre-cum into my boxers.  I could not remember being this turned
on for a long time.



   As I stepped over the rim of the hot tub, I tested the water with my
foot, and found it very hot, but bearable.  "I

   like to get it really hot, Chris", said Aunt Susan.  "I hope you don't
mind." "No, it's just the way I like it," I replied.

   I took my time easing into the water, giving Aunt Susan a show as my
cock bobbed in my shorts a mere few

   feet from her face.  She gazed at my crotch, unconsciously licking her
lips, a faraway look in her eyes.  I leaned

   up against the side of the tub, trying to figure out a way to get closer
to my lust interest, without being too

   blatant about it, when suddenly Susan said "I don't know how, but I got
a kink in my neck and shoulders.  Would

   you be a dear and rub them for me a little bit?" I scooted over to Aunt
Susan got her to stand up for a moment, then

   sat her down between my legs, my stiff rod jutting against her lower
back.  "Where does it hurt?", I said, lightly

   stroking her neck with my fingertips.  "Right here", she said, and
pointed to the nape of her neck.  I leaned

   forward and lightly kissed the spot.  "Better?" I whispered.  "Yes", she
said simply.  "Also, here," she indicated

   her shoulder, which I promptly kissed, rubbing my lips on the spot. 
"Here", she pointed to behind her ear.

   I dutifully kissed and nuzzled the spot, causing her to breathe harder.
"Where else?" I asked, my mind racing

   as I felt that I was on the verge of being out of control.  "Here", she
said, and touched her lips with her

   fingertip.  She halfway twisted in my lap and I touched my lips to hers,
then leaned my forehead against hers,

   waiting.  Her mouth opened and before I could open mine, I felt her
long, flexible tongue on my lips.  I opened

   my mouth wide, putting great passion into our second lover's kiss.  Her
lips were pliant, her breath sweet and

   her tongue wet and agile.



   Susan swiveled around in the water, landing on my lap.  She put her arms
around my neck and pulled me towards her for

   another earth-shattering soul kiss.  She sucked my tongue, licked my
lips, sighed and pulled her body closer to mine,

   her magnificent tits brushing against my chest.  No holds barred now,
she grabbed the hair on the back of my head,

   as her long oily tongue dueled delightfully with mine.  Time slowed to a
crawl.  I rubbed the skin on her back, her

   swimsuit back cut low.  Finally, after much exchanging of breath and
saliva, we reluctantly broke our kiss.  We

   were both a little uncomfortable in the awkward position we had started
in.  She leaned her head against my chest,

   breathing hard.  All the while the heat of the tub and the bubbles were
having a disorienting effect on me.  My head

   swam with lust for my sixty-year old widowed aunt.  I could not have
imagined a better scenario than the one that was

   playing out on this humid night.  She leaned back on my shoulder and I
turned around to face her.  Her eyes searched

   mine, looking for truth and desire, and found both in them.



   Once more, our wet, open mouths met, tongues aswirl as I began to
massage her nearest tit.  I was amazed by how firm

   they were, like tits made from foam rubber.  Her nipples felt like they
were about to burst through the spandex material

   of her swimsuit.  To my delight, as I kneaded her tit, her nipple began
to stiffen, growing in size by almost one half.

   "Susan, you are too much," I breathed.  "Thank you, kind sir.  You are
the best kisser ever.", she replied.  "Are you

   up for something bold and daring?", I asked.  "Such as?" she replied. 
"Would you pull down your swimsuit top so I can

   see your beautiful breasts?" There, I said it.  I put myself out there,
now she would either slap my face, or I would

   get too see in person the tits I had seen in my recent wet dreams.  Aunt
Susan locked her eyes with mine, and without

   a word slipped her arms free of the swimsuit straps, and pulled the suit
down to her waist in one motion.  I was stunned.

   Never in my life had I ever seen such an erotic sight.  Her tits were
firm and full, swollen red nipples, pale pink skin

   where she was not tanned.  Her areolas were the size of coasters, medium
brown fading to light beige at the

   edges.  Her nipples were sticking out of the giant areolas like twin
gumdrops, a beautiful shade of reddish maroon.

   I was speechless.  Susan looked at me questioningly, then covered her
breasts (tried to anyway).  "What?", she said,

   apprehension in her voice.  "Susan, you are unbelievable.  You are the
sexiest woman I've ever seen." I managed

   to stutter.  "Do you really think so?", she said as she lowered her
hands to expose the biggest tits I had ever seen

   up close and personal, at least an DD cup.



   I pulled her in for another long, deep, wet kiss, my hands roaming over
her back, as her huge nipples brushed against

   mine, and then smashed against my chest.  The heat of the water, the
wine, my sexy topless aunt had all made me feel

   quite reckless.  I stood up in the water, my long, thick cock pushing
against the wet cotton of my boxer shorts, and

   said, "Is there anything you would like me to take off?" Susan's face
flushed and her nipples stiffened, becoming

   darker in color, and puckering slightly.  She didn't speak, but she
turned her face away from me and plucked at the

   leg of my boxers.  "Do you want me to take off my shorts, Susan?" She
looked in my eyes and mutely nodded.  For

   the sake of suspense, I slowly hooked my fingers in the waistband of my
shorts, then wiggled my hips, making my

   giant dick flop to and fro, mesmerizing my Aunt Susan.  She was
breathing hard, licking her lips in anticipation,

   as I pulled my boxers down to my ankles, causing my boner to slap
against my navel, hard.  Her sharp intake of breath

   made my cock start to throb, knowing how much I was enticing my sixty
year old aunt.  I sat back down in the

   roiling water, pulled my boxer shorts off of my feet, took Susan in my
arms and glued my open mouth to hers, sticking

   my tongue out for her to suck.  As we frenched, I could feel her
rock-hard nipples scraping against my rough chest hair,

   making her moan and purr.



   "You know it's not really fair, Susan", I said as our lips briefly
separated.  "You still have your suit on, and

   I'm totally naked.  May I take if off, darling?" She quickly agreed, and
I knelt in the water, pulling on

   the rest of her swimsuit.  She lifted her sweet ass to help me get the
suit off.  I was amazed at how smooth and

   feminine her legs were.  I pulled the no-longer-needed swimsuit off over
her ankles, and tossed it to the lanai,

   along with my shorts.  Now we were both as naked as the days we were
born.  I pulled my aunt to me again, this time

   unimpeded by useless fabric.  Her skin felt charged, like static
electricity.  We were both panting, full of desire,

   not sure what the next step was.  She draped her wet, naked body over
mine, and again we kissed.  The kissing had a

   whole new dynamic, the anticipation of fucking, a man and a woman, not a
nephew and his aunt.  I was so excited that

   my heart rate had skyrocketed, and my cock throbbed in synch with my
rapid pulse.  As we broke from our kiss, Susan

   looked soulfully into my eyes, and said, "What now, Chris?  You've got
me all worked up".  "Now, my dearest Aunt

   Susan, we exit the hot tub, and then I'm going to fuck you." She stopped
breathing for a split second, then stood

   up, got out of the tub, and laid on an air mattress on the deck.  As she
reclined, her huge breasts flopped around,

   hypnotizing me.  She gave me an erotic look, and spread her legs,
exposing a beautifully mature cleanly shaven cunt.

   Her labia were very inviting, flushed with heat, bright pink and
tasty-looking.  I got out of the Jacuzzi, and knelt

   between her legs, just skimming the top of her pussy with my fully
engorged penis.  I kissed her briefly, then popped

   the nearest giant nipple into my mouth, sucking on it like a fleshy
Tootsie Pop.  Susan moaned loudly, then picked

   up her heavy breast and began feeding it into my mouth.  I sucked like a
man possessed, whimpering and salivating.

   I took the tip of her nipple and lightly dug my incisors into it.  I
suddenly felt her tremble, followed by a blast

   of female lubricant on my thighs.  "Oh, Chris, that's fantastic, just
like that", whispered Aunt Susan.  I followed

   suit with the same type of attention to her other giant tit-jewel.



   Susan pushed me onto my back and straddled my stomach, my long thick
cock digging into her lower back.  She pulled

   my hands up to her meaty breasts, and covered them with her own hands as
I fondled the teats, flicking her gigantic

   nipples with my thumbs, which made Aunt Susan squeal with delight.  She
leaned forward, her breasts falling into my

   face.  I took the nearest nipple into my mouth and rolled my tongue
around it.  Aunt Susan growled and humped my

   stomach with her crotch, still wet from her earlier climax.  I then
turned the tables, rolling Susan over onto her

   back, my fingers searching her slippery clean cunt.  I wanted to make
sure she was fully lubed for intercourse,

   because my cock told me that it was now or never.  I pushed her knees
open, then spread her short but shapely legs

   apart.  Her soaking wet pussy opened like a flower.  I swabbed her outer
lips with my dickhead, gathering her juices

   to lubricate my cock.  Susan shivered, moaned and begged, "Please fuck
me, Chris.  Fuck me with your giant dick".

   I complied.  I stuck my kiwi sized cock head just barely inside of Susan
and stirred it about a little, then

   without any further ado, hilted my big-ass dick into my sixty year old
aunt's slippery vagina.  Susan let out a

   muffled scream as her cunt muscles squeezed my dick head in a vise-grip.
I stroked my cock in and out, as

   Aunt Susan moaned and whimpered, her pussy flowing like a fountain,
saturating my thighs with her sticky delights.

   Her little peter-belly flexed and contracted as her orgasm began to
overtake her.  Her giant tits flopped back and

   forth on her chest as I established my rhythm, her cunt wetter with each
stroke.  She was breathing hard, drenched

   in sweat, as her climax raced along her love canal and onto my cock.  As
her discharge coated us both from knees

   to navels, she grunted and hooked her heels onto my ankles, causing my
giant dick to penetrate her to depths neither

   of us knew she had.  I was done for.  My cock began to pulsate in Aunt
Susan's cunt when she breathlessly whispered

   "Pull out and squirt on my stomach, Chris.  I want to see it." I quickly
pulled out of her pussy, her endless

   lubricants creating a wet sucking noise, and shot thick jets of fiery
sperm onto her plump little tummy and large

   soft tits.  I was amazed at the quantity of jism, as my cock clenched
and fired, again and again.  The globs of

   hot semen seemed to sizzle on her skin.



   Enervated, I fell onto the air mattress on my back.  Susan was already
on her back, stretching and sighing, her

   stomach and breasts coated with lukewarm male ejaculate.  She looked
like the cat that swallowed the canary.  "Did

   you know that was the first time I ever came with a man?  I always come
when I masturbate, but your uncle couldn't

   satisfy me." I was shocked, but I acted blase.  "I was only with two
other men besides Phil, and they were lousy

   lovers, too.  Thank you for that", she said.  I replied, "Just let me
know when you want some more, because I believe

   in the importance of family".



   The End