If Aunt Celeste’s date took an interest in me, she had various ways of introducing me into the evening’s more exciting activities. Xxnx I would kneel at her feet and slip her feet into her high heels. Before long, Aunt Celeste and I engaged in more cosmetic surgery, narrowing and feminizing my nose, getting lip augmentation implants so my lips would be full, juicy, and lush, as well as electrolysis to permanently remove my body hair. When she was in the mood for being pleasured, I learned to follow her silent commands; a snapped finger, an arched eyebrow, was all I needed to start servicing her with my tongue. It made me feel so sexy and desirable. If the kiss continued–and it usually did–I would run my fingers through his hair, to wiggle closer, and to moan.
