Not a pale blonde like me, but dark skin, tanned. I can't say for sure, but I think she's Latina. Maybe a Latina-white mix. But she has the body of...a goddess. Or maybe I now see everyone above me as a god or goddess. It's what they put in my head. But I can't help but think, this woman is fit and gorgeous.I look at her legs, her exposed breasts, her whole body, and sexual thoughts race through my head. Months ago, it would be nothing but fear and anger. But they drove out any feelings. I could not sleep – I wanted to be having fun with the other guys. I just lay there tossing and turning. About fifteen minutes later I heard the door slowly creak open. Aunt Carol quietly slipped in and closed the door behind her. She came up to the bed and whispered “are you awake?”.“Yes”“Well, I am going to sleep in here also. I don’t want the girls to feel put out by my presence. I know what it was like when I was a kid. Adults spoil all the fun. I did not intend on sleeping in their room. I lived far out in a cabin I had built when I retired from the army. The only way to get to my cabin was a dirt road that ran off the main road a couple of miles away. There were paths and trails in and out of the woods and I would walk them almost every day. I was on a path when I heard someone cough. I moved off the trail and hid in some bushes near the path. A young woman came into view about a hundred yards down the path. She wasn’t really pretty, but pleasant to look at. I saw she was. ’ I went into the bathroom and drew a hot bath for her. I took the phone with me and made a few arrangements with some people as I did, speaking quietly so Julie couldn’t hear what I was saying. I emerged back from the bathroom. ‘Julie, your bath is ready,’ I said. ‘Nothing beats a relaxing soak in the tub on a weekend. I know from experience.’ Julie didn’t even seem abashed as she removed her underwear, posing naked in front of me. ‘You drew me a bath,’ she said. ‘I can’t believe it. I’ve.