Sabrina was squatting on the floor beside us, bringing her arm up on the bed next to me. She didn't smile when I smiled over at her, just stared and...licked her lips absently. She looked a more than a little shell-shocked. I noticed she had positioned herself so that her legs were wide apart and she was making sure her left hand was free. Diana straddled me and started bumping her pelvis against the bottom of my cock gently, kind of humping against me. It elicited a moan and I put my hands. I found myself getting hard. Not sure why I did it, but I went back to the bathroom, took off my boxers, and went back out to the front. I pulled my zipper down a little bit so that if she looked, she would see my cock. I stood next to her as she sat at the design table as I was looking away, with my cock right at her eye level. When I looked back, she was looking and said, "You left your fly open, sweetheart."I apologized, and she just said, "These things happen." She came in a few days. She had argued this point with countless people over the years. It was a major pet-peeve of hers. “Do we call Halloween, October thirty-first? Do we say ‘Happy December twenty-fifth’? No! This is the only holiday that people refuse to call by its real name.” Her mother didn’t seem to be as interested in the debate as Heather. “Well, whatever it’s called, we’re supposed to take these baked beans and this pasta salad to the cookout this evening.” She pointed to a large Pyrex dish, and a. There was no oneelse I could discuss it with. Well, maybe Aunt Vivian, but I wasn't sosure I wanted to mention it to her either. "Aunt Melissa, can I ask yousomething?" I gathered up the courage to say."You can ask me anything at all sweetheart," she said as we sat theredrinking coffee and smoking. "This will stay just between us?" I watched her face carefully waitingfor her reply. Her voice and expression oozed sincerity as she assured methat she'd not tell a soul. I began relaying the events.