My cock started to juice up at the sight of it and what I hoped lay ahead. I shook my head, telling myself that those sort of things only happen in se... magazines.I walked through the doorway into the lounge room and the sight that greeted my eyes nearly had me creaming in my pants. Carla was sitting on a single lounge chair facing the door. Other than black stockings, a suspender belt and black stilettos, she was stark naked. If that was not enough, what really caught my attention was the fact. The bed was a canopy bed and the spread was all ruffles,ribbons and bows. The dresser had a teen starter make up kit. Mom told me to change my dress so I put on a top and shorts. I looked atmyself in the mirror and put a little eye shadow and lipstick on. I likedthe way I looked. I had, a few times, tried to dress what you might callage appropriate, like a girl in her mid teens and looked quite good but Iwould rather be a ten or twelve year old girl, it was so much more fun andI didn't have to. I sat on the bench outside for like 10-15 mins.Honestly saying I thought of going home but then after some time a lady opened the door. I was stunned at seeing her. I was like how can an uncle like that have a wife like this. I still remember she was wearing salwaar kameez. Red on the top and black on the bottom. She greeted me inside and said sorry for the delay. She was busy all morning with unpacking and arranging that she didn’t get time to bath. I said that’s fine aunty.Then she showed me. Another thing that I liked was that she did not purposely display herself, she kept her robe done up tightly so there was no way I could peek at her charms.After her story was finished, I decided that this was enough for me and it was time to send her on her way. “Would you like me to walk you back to your room?”“You are getting rid of me? I am shocked, and hurt.”“Well you should be pleased that I still think enough of you that I am not trying to get between your legs. On the other hand, I have.