Habit. Lather, rinse, repeat. My hair done, I ran the bar of soap over my body and rinsed the sleep off of myself. Once all the soap was washed away I...turned off the water and listened without hearing as the water went down the drain. Towel, mirror and comb. Water and toothbrush, rinse and spit. Habit. I opened the medicine cabinet and drew out my razor and shaving cream for my daily shave. Using just the right amount in the palm of my hand. Lather, rub and let the blade trace the contours of. We passed a man walking his dog. He knew fin where we were going. I know by his dirty little smirk. I got off on the idea of him thinking what a little slut. Once he was out of site. Martin( that was his name) pulled me into the trees and he pulled by hands behind my back and he started ripping my tights more than they were. He got on his knees behind me and started licking my cunt through the cloth of the knickers. He stood up and he told me that my knickers were very smelly and I told him. She asked me to get nighty from the bedroom, I went and returned quickly, she took it from me and told me to go back and complete the homework. I was disappointed because the show was over, suddenly aunty called me back, there i saw, she was trying to remove her petticoat, but she couldn’t. I tried to open the tangled naada of her petticoat,I was facing her boobs, and sweat was dripping from her breasts, I was dying to lick them, suck them all…. her bra was all wet due to so much sweat… aunty. . well not spare... well not officially... well it's a tent anyway." I said lamely.The woman laughed, "Thank you, my name is Clea." She said.I blinked at her name, "Clear?" I asked.She laughed again and shook her head, "No, C-L-E-A, it's a very old name." She said.I shook her hand, "How do you do Clea, my name is Bill. I don't know how old that is!" I said with a smile."I'm pleased to meet you Bill, this is my son, Lark and my adopted son, Bobby." she tried to look apologetic for his name."Well.