She has a figure that would make most other 34 year old woman green with envy. I always dreamt of seeing her in nude like her daughter, but I was not ...hat fortunate till the incident happened.One night my Aunt had to work late leaving me to keep an eye on her daughter. We both were in the living room watching television. Preeti was sitting on the floor and I was lying on the sofa. I had ordered a pizza so as not to have to worry about trying to make anything for dinner. While we waited for the. "What the fuck have I been taking?" Fucking everything," said Tom. "There's fucking nothing you've not had..." 'Cept the smack that Al's got coming," said Eve. "We're all fucking bombed, girl. I'm as fucked as the fucking 'Stanis." Which fucking 'Stanis would that be, Eve?" asked Tom. "Would that be the Uzbekistanis, the Turkmenistanis or the Kazakhstanis?" Maybe the other ones," said Eve. "I don't fucking know, do I? They're all the fucking same. Pakistan first..." ... and India as well,". ..". Her mumbles faded into groans and gurgles, as her right hand became a blur between her pussy and her clit, ending when she suddenly sagged back with a long "OOOohhhhhhhh".I was breathing faster myself, and I watched in fascination as she took some toilet paper and dabbed at her sweaty face and chest, then sat up and flushed the toilet, using the spray like a bidet. I couldn't get enough of this, but suddenly something happened that made me freeze. I felt a hand on my crotch.Now understand. I could stay in that sensation forever were I able, and I know whatit was. Unlike any I had before, it was an orgasm. And it wasincredible.It seemed I did indeed have a working clitoris, and my husband hadfinally found the on switch.In the moments that followed though, as the serene bliss graduallydissipated, it was replaced with a very different emotion.A profound sense of guilt.I'm not sure if I said it aloud or just voiced it internally. But myfirst ordered thought post orgasmic fog was. "Oh.