” If I wasn’t so horribly ashamed and embarrassed, I probably would have laughed as well. She got over her laughter and said, a little more se...iously, “You really should close the door when you do that.” “I did,” I said, flatly. “Well, you didn’t do it properly,” Louise said, now looking me in the eye. “The wind must have blown it open. It’s blowing a gale outside, but I guess you wouldn’t have noticed. I suppose your mind was on other things,” she finished, with a sympathetic. " Well I guess I really enjoyed straightening your bras and panties AuntMiriam. Can I put them back in the drawer now?" Yes, Martin. You're a big help. I'll have to get you to straighten someof my other drawers." What other things do you have in the drawers?" Oh, lots of things that a girl has. My girdles, my all-in-ones, myslips and teddies. My camisoles and nightgowns. Gee, there are scarvesand even some fancy gloves. You can work on the other drawers when weget back or tomorrow. Really. I settled between her flesh thighs, looking up from her crotch. Catching her fresh from work, she hadn’t showered, and her scent was heady and strong as I liked it. I kissed the damp crotch of her simple briefs, and inhaled deeply, filling my nose with her musk. Her fragrance sent shivers over me, dancing along my spine. My manhood leapt within my Levi’s, enticed by her erotic aroma. With my fingers, I worked the panel aside, baring her ruddy-colored depths, and tangles of thin sparse fur. My. Maybe it’s just because of how things happened to go the first few times, or maybe the angle’s better for him… I don’t know. I think he’s fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his dick stuck up some tight hot shithole. He’s got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no reason to settle for anything other than what he likes best. I’m happy to give it to him; actually, for me, the best feeling in the world is getting down,.