When Aunt Bella returned to the den, she was wearing a long cotton nightshirt that came down to mid-thigh. She was barefoot and apparently not wearing...a bra. I could see her nipples harden occasionally. Her large breast would also jiggle and bounce with each step. I looked over to Uncle Harry to see if he would object to how she was dressed in front of me. He didn’t seem to pay any attention to her nightwear. I guess when you get Uncle Harry's age, pussy is not the most important thing on your. Yet he held back “Wait until you are fourteen”“What’s so important about fourteen? It’s just an age. The things Mother has told me about her life back East show that yes, a girl there probably isn’t ready when she’s eighteen or even older. But I’ve had more experience than most girls ever have. I’ve seen things, done things and felt things” and here she squeezed his erect prick which she was stroking for him “that girls my age wouldn’t normally see, do or feel. I’m old enough”“True, all true.. I figured they'd go upstairs after breakfast and Dad would get a little of his daughter's sweet pussy before work. I was staring into my cereal, thinking about how much I was going to miss Cyndi's body when I went back to school--and I knew that Megan would miss it, too. I was pleased that my sister and my girlfriend could get along so well--well enough, in fact, to add to my sexual pleasure. A lot.Mom entered the room, and I felt a surge go through my body. I was wearing only a robe and my. It only took a few minutes to gather that the men had carried on in my absence, perhaps better than if I had been there. My foreman was experienced and respected. He knew what was needed and had stepped up to see if had gotten done. I thanked the guys for their concern and effort while I had been away from the shop. I told them Liz had not come out of her coma yet, but we had every reason to believe she would make a full recovery. Then I stepped into my small office, closed the door, and.