I was already very well aware of the fact she hadn't been wearing a bra. Something I'd been secretly enjoying all evening long. But secretly knowing a...d enjoying was one thing, especially when she was your aunt. Actually seeing her breasts suddenly appear was something else all together."s*s! What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed worriedly. "What if someone comes home, or somebody comes over?" Who? Your girlfriend maybe?" s*s teased. "And you know damn good and well your folks are gone for. .he wasn't... Ugh what a pretty boy, I thought to myself. I knocked on the bathroom door. "Let's go!" I opened the door a crack and saw Erik doing his hair, naked! "What the hell Anya! I'm getting ready!" He was gorgeous! His arms were built but not bulgy, and his forearms were so deliciously muscular and slightly veined. His pecs were well-defined and his abs were a work of art, like the statue David in the flesh. I slammed the door. "Don't yell at me Erik! You're the dumb fuck who left. But that's the point. It wouldn't be a punishment if I just touched you a little and that was it. I want you to feel what that little lie of yours is making you miss out on." My hands were playing with her breasts again. "The next one will be the hardest, but also the last. Also, I want you to tell me when you are about to come. You will hold it in. If you come without my expressed permission, I'll get the clamp and whip back out. Trust me, if you think it hurt on your ass, wait until you feel. As she finished this, she gave me a wink. I gave a laugh and she blessed me with another smile. Her non-censored speech was making me oddly comfortable with her, thinking of us as longtime buddies rather than two strangers with simply one factor in common. I looked back at the pages, a few words began to stand out, and she called them out exactly as they appeared to me. This was wonderful, if this continued, I’d be finished with the entire book by that evening. We dug into the studies. First.