Itwas all I could do to not think about the last time I had seen hersitting there, legs spread, fingers inside her panties."You don't mind if I have a...glass of wine, do you?" No, not at all."She smiled at me as she picked up her glass, then flushed and lookeddown. She held the wine in front of her and stared down into the glass."This is really difficult for me." You said you were having dreams?" Yes, and you're in them. They seem so real." What kind of dreams, Aunt Josie?"She blushed bright red. Fortunately, I had just finished a growth spurt, and I was now 5'-4" tall and weighed 119 pounds. Dad and Mom had both agreed that I had probably reached my full adult size, but I was unhappy with my B-cup breasts. However, Dad had pointed out that larger breasts could interfere with my fighting, so I agreed with him and let the matter drop.I did make a shopping trip to purchase some tee-shirts with long sleeves to protect my arms from chafing by the mail. I knew that I was probably going to be. I hugged her lovely, shapely body and kissed her one more time, but never spoke. My tongue darted around her lips for just a moment, just long enough to stir the butterflies in my stomach. I turned and walked to my car. She watched from the cold of the open back door. I scraped the dusting of snow from the handle and shouted back, "Hey, isn’t this the walk of shame?" I could see her big, delightful smile as I pulled away.Chapter 4: Salisbury Beach I could still feel Karen’s lips on mine when I. Later I used a tripod but early on the camera just sat somewhere, so most of my pants-spunking wasn’t filmed, but two were. The best is where the tripod is on one side of the room, She’s reclining in the middle and I’m on the other side, so you can see what She’s showing, and what She’s reading, and me with my mac open and prong sticking upright. She makes me spunk my pants and you can see the wet patch. The 2nd time was one of the ‘stocking-tops shows’, where She’s placed the camera on a.