"Ok, night Rob" my auntand mother said as Sandra piped up "See you Rob, looking forward to tomorrow", causing another twitch in my boxers. Not as much...as I am sexy I thought but instead said "Night all". I woke the following morning, about half past eight, to the sounds and smells of breakfast being prepared. Not to mention a rock hard cock from the knowledge thatvery soon I'm going to be alone with a gorgeous f*****n year old honey. I was so excited I felt like a teen myself! I threw on a. She crept into this larger chamber her feeble little light illuminating only a fraction of it. The cavern seemed vast and she had no idea how to find her way through it. With infinite caution she moved out into the cave.She froze, stifling another scream. She had seen a light moving ahead of her, a ghostly luminescence flickering ahead of her in the dark. The ghostly light was still now as she peered ahead in mounting fear but it had moved! There was something alive in here or at least. She was taking a sip of her juice when the toast popped up and she put the juice down and was buttering her toast when she heard Laura’s father, Erskine’s deep baritone voice say: “I was afraid you’d never speak to me again.”She carefully put the butter knife down fearing she’d drop it if she continued holding it and wake everyone in the house.“Good Morning, Mr. Grisum, she said softly and immediately regretted not speaking louder as his hand ran down her arm, sending goosebumps popping across. Even with his glasses on, he looked more a man now than a boy.Well, he was. He had his first woman. Me.Mom leaned forward, her head wrapped in her hijab like a proper woman, covering her hair in all modesty. Unlike me. I would never wear that again, I realized. I was a slut. I had no modesty to hide. I bared it all.A hot shiver and a nervous twinge ran through me. And then I gasped.Mom’s finger ran through my shaved pussy, another proof of my sluttiness. What virgin shaves her pussy? Or a.