I dressed as if I was going to a concert, wearing a white t-shirt with jeans, white nikes, and a Chicago white sox snapback. My friend Steven came to ...he door to pick me up with his other friends. "Hurry up, we are almost late!" Hunter said. We rushed out downtown to where the stage is, and tried to get a good place to see the performers. As we were walking around talking to people from school we knew, I accidentally bumped into a girl. "Sorry," I said, "I should look at where I am going next. Ruth was as keen as I was. Imagine it, young men, in the trenches, freezing cold soaking wet and standing in wet slimy stinking mud ankle-deep. What would lift their spirits more than a letter from a lady called Susan being passed around from man to man?At first, our letters were just a little naughty but before long they became much more sexual almost to the point of depravity? We were almost certainly responsible for some very stiff cocks and no doubt rather a lot of wanking in the trenches.. She always smiled at that and thought it was sweet but never took it seriously. I think to this day, more than a year later, that she was still seeing me as that little seven year old defending his beloved aunt against anyone who said something about her." Aunt Kerri had a great home computer. She let me use it all the time. While she was gone, I got an idea. I took the album of pictures of Aunt Kerri and scanned a lot of my favorite pictures. Then I went on the internet and found a lot of. Which turned me back to reality... I would leave today, and then she would find what I had done to her blankets. I knew I should do something about it, but in my post-orgasmic daze I was too satiated to move. I also didn't think, being so young and horny, that my rustling of the old squeaky metal bed would have been loud enough to wake anyone...and alert them to what I was doing.When the door opened, my eyes were still closed, and I opened them quickly, to see Annie waiting there in one of her.