I hugged my aunt and exchanged kisses of good night. I could see that her eyes were blood shot red. She told me in my ears that everything was ok and ...othing serious was wrong with her health and that I must never tell uncle about her condition. With a glum face I walked out of the room and was told by the maid that it was bed time and without wasting time I must go to bed. I did go to bed but just could not sleep. I found that there was silence in the living room so I moved out to my secret. They held her firm as she watched me moving between her legs. Pushing the sides of her mound and big pussy lips to the side, I rubbed the glop over all the raw places between her legs. I put some on her shoulders before she got another coating between her legs.“Get up and don’t touch between your legs until I get back to you with the right suit for you,” I told the woman, and her hand went right between her legs, causing her to jerk it away because it had burned her, in a manner of speaking.. She took a deep breath. If Peggy was with him, he wouldn’t have a chance for mischief. She finished folding one of her husband’s polyester pants. Like them, he had proven drip-dry. She set it into the basket and made her way to the boys’ room.“What’s this about, Brat?” Peggy gnawed on the end of a pencil. She had been in a rare mood to do homework, when Robert invited her to talk with Mom in his room. She couldn’t decide which would waste more of her precious, teen years.“Gee, I thought I might. Dad had just arrived and Mom made us plates from the food people had brought. What we had eaten so far only made a small dent in the food. Their Sunday school class had furnished a lot of food. We all finished eating and Britt said, "There's Missus Thornton. Come on, Chad. We're going to talk to her."We did. Actually, Britt and Missus Thornton did. I was tasked with listening and nodding. Britt wound up telling Missus Thornton that, when she turns eighteen in two years, we were going to get.