The short skirt (oh God, why did it have to be so short?) displayed her beautiful, tanned legs. Hadn't those legs been like sticks the last time he sa... her? When had she grown up? Incredibly, Tom felt his cock begin to swell again."Katie," he warned, "you have to get out of here. It's dangerous for you to be around me." What are you talking about, Mr. J? I've known you for years. We're friends, remember?" Look, I know this sounds crazy," Tom tried to explain. "But for some reason women are. Also NOTHING would get done; guys would be screwing around ALL the time. And God help the good looking girls! Every girl would have to dress as ugly as possible to protect herself. Is that what you want, Mark?" Ahh, no. That might be a small, technical flaw in my idea. How about every girl has an on-switch, but only I know where it is?" Deal, provided every guy except you has an off-switch." That's PERFECTLY fine by me. There are some small implementation problems to overcome, but I'll see what. I rub my thighs together slightly at the sudden feeling. This hot throbbing and I can feel this liquid that shouldn't be there but I can feel it inside of me. Jesus. The feeling of my fingers against my p... Jesus Christ! I touch something and my whole body jerks from it. The clit! Fuck! The clit! It can't always be this sensitive. I moan and growl and my finger presses harder against my pussy lips and I'm so hot. I can feel my cheeks burning and this building pressure. I lean forward into it. The unique sound of a zipper rung in my ears, then the sound of a soft fabric hitting the floor. Her dress must be off, I thought to myself. Anxious to what may happen I kept my eyes held shut, could she think i'm someone else, what is happening? I felt the sheet lift at my feet: "have you been spying on me?" my aunt Julie asked. She giggled, and put one knee down on the bed, followed by the next, she straddled just above my ankles. I felt her hands just above my knees, and my aunts soft hands.