“May I?” The woman nodded, and I felt her up, unashamedly. She was wearing jeans and a white blouse which buttoned down the front – gaping a bit... I reached in, watching her, and ran my hand over her bra. “Okay,” I began, “some poor choices. Jeans suck. You can’t get out of them - and you DAMN sure can’t get back in! – without guys in the thirty second row knowing they missed something! The blouse is okay, but I think you’ve already discovered that the bra is a bad choice. If you wear one, make. Taking the wash cloth and soap, Sandy starts washing me. She is starting to relax a little as she proceeds to wash my upper body. The sight of her tits jiggling is having an effect, what was a semi-hard erection has turned very hard. Sandy was doing my back and kneels down for my legs. “Turn around and I’ll do your front now.” As I turned, it wasn’t hard for her to notice my cock sticking straight out. She wrapped her soapy hands around me, stroking up and down my full seven inches. “Wow, this. WoW I though, naughty auntie, perhaps I have inherited my genes from her side of the family. I smiled inwardly as I kicked-off my knickers and turned admiring my profile in the mirror, noting the curvaciousness of my bottom and the flatness of my tummy.Slipping the stockings on they felt really cool and terribly sexy. I felt so nude, naughty, and desirable all rolled into one.The stocking tops were visable just above the seductess slit in the dress and sitting on the chair I noted just how far. She sensed she was attracting more than her fair share of attention.She had scrutinized everyone for the presence of an Aura and found nothing. She glared at the one around her mother whenever it appeared to be sending tendrils towards any of her relatives. More than once, the relative would suddenly look away, misinterpreting her target."You're not exactly endearing yourself to everyone, runt," Heather said as she witnessed one such incident involving a cousin."So what?" Melinda snapped. "He.