She looked back up at me and then back down to my cock and said, “Yeah. All the time. I think of you jacking off thinking of me.”“Wow, I would h...ve never thought a girl as young, sexy and as beautiful as you would think of an old man like me.”“I like older men, Tom and you… well… ummm… don’t sell yourself short. I mean I think you’re a very hot, hunky stud!”“Holy shit. I thought you barely even knew I existed.”“Well, after I noticed you watching me. I started looking for you every time I got. She repeated it again and again, but I did not respond. This was the first time in our relationship that there was silence. We were always talking. I guess we were talking now, more than ever, but not with words. We communicated in our most vulnerable language and the silence was agonizing as I waited for her to make the next move. I could tell she was considering me, replaying all the moments we shared, what they meant and said about me, where I came from, who I knew and ultimately, how safe I. . "No, Aunty." "I have them in my room still... I think it's time that you saw them." "Aunty, I don't think I should..." I stammered. But inside I was boiling with lust. I was going to see my Aunty in a porno mag! "Honey, can you help me? They're up in the bedroom closet..." "I leaped up from my bed, then thought better and slowed down a bit. Entering my Aunty's bedroom hesitantly, I saw her straining upwards, reaching for something on the top shelf of her closet. The sweatshirt. Jerry got sick the night before and was running a very high fever the morning we were supposed to leave. Tom was upset and almost decided to stay home. He changed his mind and we left about 7 am and drove off down the Highway. Peg and tom were 8 years apart and yet very close since she helped to raise him. After 3 hours on the road we pulled in to the campgrounds. The check in time was not available for another hour and a half, and people had not left yet. I told them to head to the park and I.