You look at me as I stare at your body. You reach back and untie your bikini top. You put your hands on top of your breasts as the strings fall to t...e sides. You pinch your nipples through the material and then lift your top over your head. Then you reach down and pull your bottoms off of you while looking at me right in the eye. You tell me, “I’ll be back with oil.” I watch your beautiful ass as you walk toward to the door. You open the door and reach out of it to grab the oil, our. So she told me to keep my hand on her hip and dance. I never denied her words. I immediately kept my hand on her hip and just below her boobs and danced. I made some steps like lifting her, hugging her, getting my chances to make her boobs crush over me.That was great and it went with fun because many were dancing and no one bothered to notice my actions. But she is not the heroine of the story. The main heroine is another aunt. While leaving she was talking to my dad. My dad called me and. Noting yet another acceleration in use (or at least procurement) he did a quick multiplication problem in the margin, grimaced at the result and made the note before continuing.At the end of the aisle he visually inspected one of the two electric dehumidifiers which kept the humidity in the space a constant. It appeared to be running correctly and the tank was draining without issue into a nearby drainpipe plumbed for just that purpose.On either side of the dehumidifier there were doors leading. Sassy and forthright she eluded a confidence that was both alluring and intoxicating. Fresh to scene, despite her youthful persona, she had not been afraid to ruffle the feathers of the old brigade. The signs had been there for a while, a series of edgy column inches to test boundaries, yet this article was another level. She had gone for the jugular. Ambitious or fool-hardy it was too early to tell.“So, what can I do for you Miss Rothman?” I question.“Well it seems I owe you a thank you,.