”When she returned with two flutes and a bottle of Dom Perignon, the bath was full. She added some scented bath bubbles and slid elegantly into the ...ater. “This is not a spectator sport,” she giggled. “Get in.”I slid in facing her and gazed in fascination at her firm breasts, which were the only part of her body above the surface. I reached over and took her stiff nipples and rolled them between my fingers while she made soft mewling noises of appreciation.I felt her foot slide between my. And she loved it. She was in her element.When I think back on it, the word, "vacation," does not reallyapply to those first three weeks at my aunt's home. It was soskillfully done that I did not realize it at the time, but shewas accustoming me to a routine and diet that was substantiallydifferent from my life at my Mother's home. My cooking skillshad kept me from a typical teenager's diet (and I was hardly atypical teenager, now was I?). And my housework provided acertain modicum of exercise.. " So where are we headed?" Blevins asked."To Tryon to make a deposit in my bank," I replied. He just shook his head in amazement that I would ask him to ride along.Exactly twenty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot, of the downtown branch, of the Bank of North America. I opened the rear door of the Woody, then I removed the large black nylon backpack.Blevins followed me through the extra tall glass doors. The teller's windows were situated on the left side of the large lobby. First I. I had butterflies in my stomach and my little boy clit was leaking cum all down my legs as his big fat fingers fucked my tight little ass.I lifted my head and looked over my shoulder at Daddies cock and asked if he would fuck me now. He asked me to come and sit on his cock. I turned and walked towards him, not knowing how he expected me to do this on a rocking chair, he told me to just stand there for now and wait.I could see my little white body in the reflection of the window, it was all dark.