”My aunt said the last with a twist to her lips. A sly smirk that made me gulp down on the chagrin. I’d been caught. She knew I’d been gawking a... her.“Sorry,” I said through a croak.“That’s just it,” my aunt said. “This is why we need to be honest, why I said I won’t be talking to anyone at all about this, Mikey. You don’t have to be sorry.”Then something dark and primal tugged at me way down deep. I didn’t understand the meaning of her next sentence in any coherent, logical sense. All I got. "Well" he grinned shyly, "They'd been out to a friend's wedding, they should have stayed overnight, but for whatever reason they came home early and caught us" Us?" I queried,"You've got to understand that this is embarrassing mum" Ok, but stop if you don't want to tell me" It's not that mum" he wriggled uncomfortably, "It's just that I've got a bit of a problem, just a little one, well no, it's a big one really" William you're not making any sense at all" I laughed and watched in stunned. "Matt Steele," I answered."Hey Mr. Steele, it's Ricky Willard." Yeah Ricky." You said you owed me one, any chance I might collect on that Mr. Steele." I'll help you if I can. What's going on?" A friend of mine, Stella Reyes, is in trouble. You know that young lady who got that information about the Robinsons for us; the one that works for Mrs. Robinson's attorney?"I nodded and then realized he couldn't see me. "I remember but you never told me her name. Did she get in trouble for telling you. Releasing the final white button from its hole, I teasingly held the blouse closed for a brief second before pulling each end apart. Thrusting my bra-covered breasts forward, I shrugged it from my shoulders and let it float to the floor. And all the time, I could hear the sound of the camera clicking… The blue pencil skirt went next. Each of my actions were theatrically exaggerated as I undid the button, zip, and then slid it slowly down my thighs before wriggling out of it with a delicious.