I went in and she showed me the sofa to sit. She went in and she draped herself in saree and came with a glass of lime juice. She asked me to have it....While having it she wantedly made me spill the juice over my chin. She said sorry and immediately lifted her sari and pulled down her warm faded red color panty. And she wiped my chin with that warm panty and rubbed my lips with the panty’s wet patch. I was dumb she snapped her fingers and asked does your wife cleans and takes care of you like. She was not wrong, cold steel, flat on her bare mid-rift as the blade slid flat under the wide bra, the sharp tip slithering up between those saggy old breasts, to turn on its back then saw its way through the thick materiel. The cups fell way, exaggerating the feel of cool air on soft breasts, the rags that were once her bra trapping itself behind her between buttock and wall, unnoticed, her eyes and his still fixed in this strange mutual link. Celia watching, silently transfixed, knowing. Usually I was out with friends, y'know. Parties and movies and eatin' and whatnot. But I stayed home for whatever reason. Well, Daddy was off work and we spent the whole evening cuddling and watching some romantic chick flicks. Me and Daddy were kissing and makin' out and stuff, fondling each other. He fingered me a little bit and he sucked on my nipples, I remember that made me real horny. I grabbed his package real playful and he was real hard. It was after dinnertime and I told him, 'You. Finallyshe asked if I had anything to say for myself."I'm sorry Aunt Sharon," I said. "I will never talk back to you again." That's good but there is a price to pay for your insolence," she replied"But wasn't getting spanked in front of everyone and having Ryan andJerry see my panties enough punishment?" No, I want you to remember this lesson Diana." She grinned evilly."That isn't fair," I protested."Get used to it sissy," she laughed.Aunt Sharon was right about getting there late for church..