I needn't have worried: no one was in the kitchen or the front room, and the curtains to the upstairs bedroom were drawn. In the back, the kitchen doo... was unlocked; I slipped in.The house was unusually quiet: no vacuum cleaner, no clang of utensils or dishes, no humming or singing—my wife always sang when she was doing housework. None of the usual.I peered into the dinette from the kitchen doorway. Beyond it lay the living room. My wife was reclining on the couch, naked. The man, also naked,. One Saturday, Jordan had been out ‘doing things - don’t ask’ I was told. When we got ready to go to bed, Jordan asked me if we could “have a glass of wine after... ?” What this was ‘after’ was left unsaid, but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be disappointed. I got a bottle of wine and two glasses and went to our room but discovered that Jordan wasn’t in bed. “I’ll be out in a minute. Please sit on that straight chair” she said. I looked and saw that Jordan had brought a plain wooden chair – no. DJ was Danny Tanner's fifteen-year-old daughter. Though she was much younger than her Aunt Becky, both were about the same height and size. Though Becky was better endowed in the chest department.DJ knew that her Aunt had to do the morning show in the absence of her Dad. So when she noticed that Rebecca hadn't come down yet, she took it upon herself to go and check up on her. She had on a pair of form-fitting shorts and a tankini top, which looked more like a sports- bra to her dad, and a pair. She motioned to Eve to put it on, but when Eve reached round to fasten the waist strap, Sabrina slapped her hand. “That’s not how you do it. You gotta take these panties off first. Go slow, so Mr. Thorn can take pictures.” Eve went on one knee before her, and, sensing a great shot, Sabrina put her stilettoed foot on Eve’s thigh. After a few snaps, Sabrina put her foot down and Eve began to remove the silky knickers. They were damp at the crotch, and Eve could not help but catch Sabrina’s scent..