Confused and thinking maybe I was late for class, I got my bearings once I looked through the window and noticed it was night. A thick blanket of snow...had fallen and the occasional victorian style street lamp revealed the few flakes still swirling through the cold night air. I found my clothes and made my way down stairs. Half way down the stairs; I ran into the aroma of tomato, garlic and baked cheese as if it were a wall. I found my Aunt cleaning up in the kitchen."Hey!" She said. "I thought. He thrust a finger inside me, two fingers, deep inside my pussy, circling his talented thumb round my clitoris. I could smell my wetness, I'm pretty sure he could too. He was pushing his fingers so deep inside me my pelvis started to rock to the motion. This felt so good and I was so wet, hot and horny - with a complete stranger! He took his lips from mine, ''You want me to slide it in?'' He asks. I nodded vigorously replying, ''Yes.'' I don't think I have ever been so certain of anything else. Not that we expected her to say no. I would find out her answer on Monday morning.Watching the TV and all enjoying coffee, tea, orange juice or soft drink were mum in dads lap, my sister Maria in Tony Morgan's, Madeleine Paulson in Ross McLelland's, and his mother Jill with her arms wrapped around his father Stuart."Well," said Vikki's mother trying for all the world to sound serious. "This is disappointing I must say." She turned to my mother who's head was resting on my father's right. Another example Jan reflected of "unnatural assistance" Training for 1hour a day (when home for lunch) meant that the difference between waistmeasurements with, and without the steel-boned cincher were quiteconsiderable. The usual slight pot stomach was now a clearly hour glassshaped waist area.Close at hand to this body zone - a smoothly swelling cleavage whichshowed to great advantage over the deep neck of Jan's top was, it hadto be said, the result of very real outside assistance,.