The food and tea helped her throat and stomach. She gingerly shifted out of the bed, her legs still felt like wooden blocks, the muscles tight from th... cold. She gritted her teeth against the pain that shot up from her feet as she began to stand up. After a few seconds she attempted the first step. And met the floor with a loud thump. Mark heard a very unladylike curse shortly after a thump. He rushed into the bedroom to find Arianna attempting to push back into a sitting position. He rushed. When I opened the door I was surprised to find the house empty. Taken aback that the house was vacant, I knew this was the perfect opportunity to take care of my overwhelming urges. Immediately I ripped off my clothes and headed for the bedroom, fighting to keep my hands away from my hot, moistened vagina. It seemed like an eternity before I reached the bed, but finally I was there. No longer concerned with where my friend had gone, I began caressing my clit. Starting out in slow circular. Aunt Jane turned the valves at the tub, tested the temperature with her hand, then stood and turned toward me. She grinned broadly as she pulled the garments from my hand, tossed them aside, and put her arms around my shoulders to pull me close. She pressed her lips to mine for the first time, kissing me hard and thrusting her tongue at my lips until I parted them. She wiggled her tongue into my mouth, touching everywhere and caressing my tongue with the tip of hers. Her body was pressed tight. I couldn't believe that Beckey had roped him into doing her washing. "Of all the stupid, goddamn, fucking," I turned to face the basket, "I can't believe I have to paw through Beckeys dirty . . . fucking . . . laundry . . ." Lying atop the pile was a scrap of pink silk. My voice faltered, then petered out. Before I knew what I was doing, it was in my hands. "It" turned out to be a pair of string-bikini panties. Even though I was just holding it, I could detect a heady aroma coming.