Maybe that made me a superficial asshole. I don't know. Still, Aunt Iva was naturally beautiful. Well, supernaturally, to be precise, but still. She w...re the kind of sleepwear that was actually comfortable, rather than the kind that the women of my family usually wore. In short, she looked every bit like she'd just woken up. If I hadn't been so hung over, I'd have noticed that before she pointed it out. "Can we talk?" she asked. I cleared my throat. "Well, I'm up now," I said. "So go ahead. Lay. I smelled her soft, cotton sole which I discovered to have just a hint of the vinegar scent, but nothing compared to what it was like at her toes. “A little bit”, I told her. “But it smells a lot better here.” She smiled and then moved her foot up to the more dirty, greyish heel of her sock. “And what about there?”, she asked as she gently rubbed my nose with her heel in a slow, circular motion. “My heel looks quite dirty. I think that might be a little stinky, is it?” I sniffed the thin, worn,. My hands were on her back. I slid them up and down feeling the hollow of her back but not going below her waist even though I longed to feel her bum. It would have been brilliant to press her into my crotch. She would have felt a hard lump. Then I was on my own I would think of how good it was to make love to her.One weekend when my wife was a way with her friends June phoned to say that she was going to be shopping near where we lived and she wondered if Sandy would like to join her. I replied. Her smile was in direct contrast to my look of horror. I could tell Tammy knew I didn't engineer this by the loving amusement on her face. She eased up off the bed and beckoned me to come with her.It took some maneuvering, but I eventually managed to slide down to the foot of the bed and wiggle out, still naked. To avoid further complicating things, I dashed into the bathroom and retrieved my robe. It wouldn't do for the girls to run out and tell Linda all about sleeping with their mother's.