What aunt Cindy put on made my mouth water, because she put on a short skirt that stopped just short of mid-thigh, like I’ve never seen her wear aro...nd the family or even wear out of the house, with a shirt with just one strap going over one shoulder, that barely covered one tit, “Dickson, do I look to much like a tramp or slut in this, for going out in? Now be honest with me.” “No, not like a lot of older women may look like. You look like a teenager dressed like that, which really looks great. I look over at the TV. It’s some kind of police drama. ‘I have some pot. Do you want to get high?’ ‘Sure,’ I say as I open my beer. She grabs her purse and takes out a small plastic bag wrapped tightly, along with a little wooden pipe. She unwraps the bag, digs the pipe in and packs it down with weed, and then she gets out her lighter and lights it. She takes a deep hit and passes it to me. I do the same. It starts going to my head immediately as I exhale. On the tube, some middle aged bald guy. I answered all questions honestly, including the total number of people I’d had any sexual contact with (12); the number of people with whom I’d had intercourse (7); how many times I’d had intercourse with a virgin (1); and my age at first intercourse -- like Riley, I was 15. That latter point soothed my conscience a little, even though I’d had sex with a 17-year-old, not an adult, my first time. Still, I was ready at 15, so why couldn’t Riley be too?The questionnaire concluded with a question. My thumb playing with her clit. she laid there giving off pleasure sirens I was sure the neighbors could hear. I placed her leg on the mattress having her in a position were she laid sideways. Her hands still above her head. Pleasure sirens echoing through the room leaking though the crack in the doors and into my ears. With my hand swiping across her ass hard enough to send a charge through her body...“Cum for me BABY.” She moaned“Not yet it feels too good.” “Days not done yet you still have.