From my position at the bottom, I could see her white panties peeking from underneath her pyjama top. I had never had a sister fetish, or a mother fet...sh, but at 17 any naked or semi-naked female flesh had a major effect on me.Slowly she slipped her foot into the stocking, and pulled it half way up her leg, then the second one was sliding on to her other leg. “Wow they feel so soft, so silky, I wish I could wear these”“When you win the lottery, she would never buy you anything like that”She was. There’s no sense in both of us eating dinner alone!’ Wendy paused and gazed for a moment and said, ‘Okay, six o’clock it is.’ Wendy entered the house and again her heart racing like wild. She collected her thoughts and began preparing some salad and cut up the Italian bread. She felt like a school girl getting ready for the prom. She did not allow herself to debate whether or not to go through with this. She pressed on determined that she would go through with it. Everything was ready and. . ??? I'm led upstairs to the master bedroom, andthe rest of the guests follow me up. There is a very wide full-length mirror atone end of the room, and a gynocologist's bench with widely spaced stirrupsdirectly in front of it. I am led to it, and eagerly climb on, placing myankles in the supports, instantly fully displaying my open, swollen vagina tothe rest of the now full room, and to myself in the mirror. I can see on a tableto the side of me that there are various instruments of pain. I slowly pulled her saree, and unwrapped her sexy body out of her saree.She was looking soo hot just in her petticoat tied well below her deep navel. I caught her petticoat string and pulled it, her petticoat fell on the floor and she stepped out of it. Aunty was now just in her white colour panty which was completely wet. We both kissed and moved on to the bed. Aunty was laying back on the bed and I started kissing her soft legs, starting from her toe, moving all the way up to her inner.