I took one last look and then felt a tap on my sholder. Aunt Linda was standing behind me in a thick white robe. It was obvious what I was doing and ... didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there, waiting to be slapped or something. In a really soft voice, she asked me if I had been watching her. I slowly nodded my head, expecting the worst. She just smiled and said it was OK because she had been watching me too. My jaw about hit the floor. She took my hand and pulled me to a. " When all I did was stare at her, she said in a perfectly light voice "It's fun." Fun?" Why would we ever do it if it wasn't?"Why indeed? "It's crazy!" I know," she said, smiling."So you--exactly what did you do?" Why was I asking this stuff?"I spanked her."She'd told me I didn't want to know. I felt she was right but curiosity and amazement had taken hold. "She let you?" Sure," she said. When I didn't respond right away she repeated "It's fun." For her too?" Oh yes." How did you two--end up. I parked myself across from him and struck up a conversation; I think he was surprised someone other than a geek wanted to talk to him. I could tell Harold was self-conscious about his face, which was severely covered in acne. I pretended I didn't notice and kept my gaze only on the area between his eyes when we talked.During our lunch that afternoon, I explained the fundamentals of good nutrition, educating him on the proper way to eat. I guaranteed Harold that if he removed dairy, greasy. Laura felt her blood accelerate, and a tiny, familiar pulsing deep in her pussy began. She watched, fascinated, as Bernice slowly removed her blouse. Her white, lacy bra against her very black skin was enchanting to Laura. Her huge, hard breasts swelled over the bra cups. The cleavage between them was deep."Do you want me to go on?" Bernice teased, tossing her blouse on the sofa."Please. Please go on," Laura said, staring shamelessly."Maybe you'd like to take this off yourself," Bernice.