. . ahh you know, could we do it?”“Tod, I think under the circumstances, you could drop the “aunt’ part.”“I like calling you aunt, it remi...ds me of who I’m doing it with and is more exciting, that is if you don’t mind me calling you aunt. And can we . . . ah . . . you know, do it.”“I never thought of it, but you’re right it is sexier when you call me aunt. By ‘doing it,’ do you mean you want to stick your hard cock in your aunt’s pussy?”“Ah, yeah, I thought that was what we agreed on, that I. .then...calmly...slipped...****Outside still, my two half-drunk friends debated over the meaning of the tiny lettering on the door."What's it say?" asked Lardo. "I can't read shit that small." It says 'CLINIC - of the Criminally Insane Anarchist Feminist Lesbians'," Chet replied."God-think we should do something?" Naw," said Chet. "He'll be fine."What the hell? I woke up, still strapped to the gurney. No pain, though. Must have got operated on. Feels OK. I tried to sit up, but the straps held. No one was sitting up high which meant that no one would be behind us in the stands viewing what we were doing. Annie had a pleated skirt on that was knee high or maybe an inch above her knees. When we sat down she sat so her skirt ballooned out not putting anything between her skin and the seat. If you were under the stands, you would easily see her naked ass. We were only up about 5 feet from the ground, which meant if someone came up from behind, they could actually get their face just. “Which ones - the red lace or the black silk?” “The black silk, they are easier to rip off when I get home.” The texts flew back and forth all day, getting flirty and defiantly more and more filthy. “I want you wet when I get home.” “I am so horny I need you home now.” “Lie on the sofa and play with yourself,” Finally, after what seemed like the longest day, she heard his car pull up on the drive. Trembling with anticipation and need, she took up her appointed place in the hallway, dressed only.