" Well, to start with, look behind you."For a moment, Jeff hesitated. He stared at his long-dead grandfather in disbelief, but at that moment the thou...ht of turning around was more frightening than seeing the ghost in front of him.Finally, he could not resist. Jeff spun slowly. At first, he only saw the darkened living room behind him. Then his sight drifted down toward the floor.There, at his feet, Jeff saw himself, face down on the carpet. His arms were bent underneath his body, with his. After that, if all went well, they'd come to my house for a few hours in the evening. A basic ground rule was nudity. The first thing they'd do was take off all their clothes, and put them into a box, which I'd padlock. The last thing they'd do was put their clothes on again after I unlocked the box. What happened in between was completely determined by what they wanted and what I wanted. Some were long-term customers. I got to know them very well, and sometimes varied the ground rules. One in. She said, “Oh my, I am sorry Aunt Misty, I just…Well, you said to follow my heart…” I cut her off by gently pressing my lips to hers for just a second and then hugged her very tightly. I whispered, “It’s ok Sweetie, I am very, very flattered. You are such a beautiful young lady, I enjoyed your kiss very much.” Jeannie had found some more courage I guess, and still tight in my embrace she said, “But Aunt Misty, I want more. I want you to be my first experience with another girl. I love your sexy. It was like letting a k** loose in a candy shop. The few of us that there were went to the Irish pub in Riga town centre almost every night(it was one of the very few open), and would be mobbed by young girls and students, who for the price of a few drinks, or a good night out, would keep you company. They were not professionals, but just did not have much money for entertaining themselves. I was 33 then, and most of the girls were 18-22, and in UK, I would never have had the same adventures.