She was not exactly frigid toward me, but something didn't feel right. I just did not know what it was. I tried to talk to Janice about it, but all I ...ot were blank stares. Who the Hell could I talk to?I finally got up enough courage to talk to Helen, Janice's mother, about my problem understanding what had gotten into Janice. Helen told me that Janice had once had a very bad experience with a boyfriend in high school. The boyfriend had been the type who was sure that he was invincible and. "They don't make 28-Ds," Nancy said."Good thing, too," Madison said. "Wouldn't that look absurd? Imagine Connor with D-cup boobs." Connor, though tall, was rangy as only a fourteen-year-old can be.Nancy scrunched her face closed. "I'm trying not to. So why do you want to look like a guy, anyway?" Just ... To see if it's easier, that's all," Madison said. She had been thinking about this--in between going on rides, getting her picture taken with an Little-Mermaid impersonator, needling Connor. Hot water, shampoo, soap and the grass at my feet cascaded off of me.I don't know why I bothered closing the bathroom door when nobody was home but I did. My parent's shower has translucent sliding glass doors that one can't see clearly through. However, when the bathroom door opened, I saw if very clearly Aunt Rachel standing there.Let me say that I have never considered her physically attractive to me and never had any sex thoughts. She was Aunt Rachel."I thought I would check on you, to. Her inside twat button was about as turned on as could be. "Jesus," she grunted, "sometimes I think that..." She couldn't even complete her sentence. She just didn't realize how horny and lusty her gash was. She spread her loins wide, heels out on the bathroom tile, and finger fucked herself severely. In and out sloshed her long digit, always rubbing against her clit, always making sure to keep the lips spread, the juice flowing. "I like a good rub," she moaned aloud, "Oh, boy oh boy do I ever.