What kind of things?

"What kind of things?" you ask your aunt. The wine has reduced your inhibitions somewhat and it seems to have had a similar effect on your aunt, because she starts to tell you.

"Here, let's sit back down." You sit at the table across from your aunt as she opens another bottle of wine. She sits down and refills your glass, then hers.

"Well..." she stops and takes a sip of wine, then a larger sip. "Well, as I said he was excellent at oral sex. He would eat my pussy for hours. And he was the only guy I've ever been with who would lick my ass." Your aunt's face has gotten redder. You're not sure if the same thing is happening to you but you do know that your little cock is hardening listening to your Aunt speak. She takes another sip of wine.

You clear your throat and start to speak, but your Aunt cuts you off.

"I used to love it. And he loved it too." She shifts in her seat a bit. "He would kneel down behind me and worship me, and then..."