Again she took the pen and began to write, her thoughts and feeling coming to life on the paper. He watched in earnest and again the pen fell to the g...ound and she pushed off the pink shorts and panties. Spreading her legs wide as she leaned back taking her vibrater from her bag and slowly stroking her wanting wet crotch. Her beautiful body glistening in the sun light as the tip of her toy hummed over her clit, her body arching to meet it as she drove it deep. Her head thrust back as she. It was a little larger with a double bed. The riding crop hung from the foot of the bed made an impression. I’d laid a suitcase on the bed and I put hers next to it. Without a word I opened them both and began transferring clothes. All her bras, pantihose and panties went into the second case, followed by a couple of slips and a pair each of jeans and shorts. That left her with dresses, blouses, skirts and stockings only. She was wearing a light summer dress. I led her to the foot of the bed. But at the moment, Ithought that brewing up a pot might help me feel a little closer to AuntElyse."As if I could get any closer," I said with a bit of a smile.I had already finished with my cereal by the time that the coffee wasready, though that didn't stop me from pouring a cup. I didn't reallyintend to drink it, just to sit there with it and perhaps even imaginethat I was Aunt Elyse. It was a strange thought, but kind of appealingat the moment."She did say that she wanted me to understand. This means that Priya must be less than 35 years old I thought to myself.I made her laugh with my antics and she told me some nursery rhymes.Overall we began to get along quite well.In between, I glanced at Priya and found her looking at me with those beautiful eyes.She was looking at me the same way she looked at me the day we had the talk.As soon as she realized that I was looking at her,she looked away, embarrassed.Soon Asha felt tired and fell asleep.I felt that I shouldn’t leave Priya.