So delectable, even in the dowdy school uniform. Peter had marked the times she would pass a particular point on the corridor and had been there just ...o drink in the wonder of her. The green eyes, the high cheekbones, the smile, which was never directed at him. She hadn't known that he existed.In her final year, something had happened though. Some older boys, so the story went, had cornered her in the gym store cupboard and had their way with her willingly on a mattress. Peter was furious at. Sorry you had to see that."Your young aunt waves it off, still looking supremely embarrassed at witnessing her nephew jacking to hentai, "It's normal for guys your age. Henry even does it, though I usually... never mind. I'll just knock before barging in from now on."You wonder at what she was about to say, observing Wendy as she stands up. Your aunt is rather petite and fair skinned, sporting what you assume to be B-cups and a slim waist. Blue irises shine out at you, the rest of her eyes so. ”“The pilot’s daughter?” my sister smirked.“Aimee. She flew the plane down yesterday with her dad in the co-pilot’s seat. I’m pretty sure that she’ll fly me back tonight. Anyway, they’ll fly up to Chicago and bring Dad so he can go to my commencement. Then they’ll fly us both here so we can go to your graduation ceremony on Saturday. I’ll stay at the Spencers’ that night and then we’ll drive up to Chicago on Sunday.”“Could I come to your graduation?”“Sure. The plane’s big enough. I’ll talk to. Hands started caressing my genitals again, but it was my aunt speaking that held my attention.I was taken into a small cloakroom. Two shavers were plugged into the wall and each woman took up one and switched them on. The buzzing sound filled the room and my aunt started by shaving my head. Hers was a coarse shaver, but once the majority of hair was removed, then Maria followed with a finer machine that shaved me totally to the skin. All the hair on my head went, as did my eyebrows and the.