&hellip, Ann Walker eased her SUV into the driveway. She noticed Julies bicycle was still locked by the garage. Julie had said she might go to the mal... with her friends, but she must have made other plans. Ann opened the mailbox and was sorting through the mail when she heard sounds coming from the direction of her neighbor, Mrs. Lyons backyard. It sounded as if two small animals, dogs perhaps were rutting away with abandon. Silently, Ann moved around the garage and crouched by Mrs. Lyons. Friday night she was home early and we wined, sexed, wined, dined, wined,and sexed again. After the second round of orgasms I sipped the glass ofwine that Sue brought me, snuggled up with her in my arms, and conked outlike a light.By the time I was forced to awareness by the Saturday morning sun in myeyes, Sue had already left for her presentation.I was having a really hard time waking up, and I felt like crap. 'Way toomuch wine!' I thought to myself as I tried to look at the clock. Therewas. Marcia even had some nice things to play with. She had afew Barbie dolls and sets. She told me that her girlfriends were too oldto be playing with Barbie dolls but she still played with them from timeto time and asked if I wanted to play. Taking my cues from her I said yes and we played for about an hour. Itsure was fun changing her (Barbie's) clothes and pretending we were on adate with our boyfriends, I learned a lot about being a young girl fromher.Marcia and I went to the beach the next day. But then another view stuck to my eyes. My aunt. God, she was smoking. She is 40, two years older than my mom. She was wearing a saree. My mom also wears a saree. But that was the typical conservative type. But this was a translucent maroon Saree.The dark color of her saree really matched the fair white skin of her body. I could see her blouse, which was sleeveless and had a low cut that exposed an ample amount of her cleavage. Her belly button was also exposed as she wore her saree below her.