This day was a Wednesday and as I walked in her friend, Audrey, was sat with her in the kitchen they were talking away.I’d been there around fifteen...minutes when the phone rang, as grandma came off it she said “I’ll have to go to the shop I’ll be about an hour, you know where everything is Audrey make yourself at home”. Grandma was managing a charity shop. As she left I sat opposite Audrey and she was telling me about herself.She was 61, been widowed for six years but before her husband was a. Nevertheless needing to dry off, Emma instead took the hand towel from the rail next to the sink. She held it up in front of her, lengthwise, then pressed it to her body. The outstretched top two corners of the hand towel spanned from one pale, shower-stiff, uptilted nipple to the other. The lower edge just about covered the prim, tufty ginger bush between her cream thighs. Of a sudden, the bathroom door flew open behind her, a gust of cold air whipping her ample, bare, dripping wet buttocks.. I usually went up stairs to sit on net and surf around after my sleep in d morning its a routine that my aunt will come out after a bath in a blouse n petticoat n dress up in front of me being 18 u n its hard to control your hard dick so it always stud up by the routine site one day when i was running the net i hard a loud noise from the bathroom when i inquired i found my aunt had slipped n fell while bathing i asked her from out side weather she was ok but she replied i had twisted my ankle. I suddenly have straight, black hair that falls just below my ears. The bottom edge is crisp and sharp like a broom. The bangs are just as dramatic, going straight across my forehead just above my eyebrows.The shoes Ann has chosen for me are totally slutty. Shiny, black, six-inch heels. I slip my feet into them and take a few tentative steps across the room. I feel the shoes forcing me to perk up my chest and ass. The line from that Shania Twain song flashes through my brain, "Man, I feel like.