"That I ... um ... looked at your pictures," I explained."My pictures," she murmured, looking away again. Then she looked at me. "They're not my pictu...es, Bobby. They might be of me, but they are nothing I'd want to claim."It was pretty obvious she was still down in the dumps. Of course that seemed perfectly normal. You didn't just get over something like she had been through like it was a broken fingernail. And I could imagine how hard she'd been trying to forget it, even moving away and. Chapter 2 "Nasty boys! Get your hands off my tits or I'll tell my daddy!" cried the girl. And Aunt Sue hurried to her niece's rescue. Only a moment ago, Aunt Sue-a tall shapely woman with blue eyes and short brown hair-had been enjoying herself. The party was in full swing. Laughter and shouts and squeals rang out from the kitchen, the dining room, the den, and the living room. Her sister, Janice, had locked the study door, hoping to spare that room at least. Sue had mingled among the guests,. I took it from her, ripping the seam with my thumbnail. I could see she was anticipating my reaction, that little air of nervousness, the furtive way she buried her nose into my neck. She'd obviously done the card on our computer; there was my wife sitting lotus style in front of the fireplace, an outsized Santa hat creeping down comically over her eyes. I chuckled at it, the goofy, playful smile of hers—a bushy pink bathrobe, and a truly outlandish pair of bunny slippers."Very chic," I. Then she got up a bit and without doing any effort to cover her said"Prepare the fire for the breakfast" and slept back in that hammock. I could not stop gazing her breasts. It was like after 5 minutes she looking towards her breasts said,"they will be here .. all day". I quickly looked down and started to prepare the fire for the breakfast. Once I was done, I went back inside the camp.Wow, what had just happened. She was being all horny and open in front of me. I still hadn't entirely grasped.