Now my aunt Karen has gotten settled into the spare bedroom next to mine and it's been almost a week since she arrived. She adjusted quickly to the ne... surroundings and made herself right at home. I soon began to learn her routine as each morning, when she got up she would go directly to the bathroom and take a quick shower before going out to the kitchen wearing her mid-length slinky robe and slippers. I started timing our morning encounters listening for her to turn off the shower giving her. Slyly, knowing that she was probably exposed, but not too open or blatant. "Ouuu, THAT felt naughty. Do you think anyone noticed?" I think they ALL were watching. And hoping you left your panties homes. Did you?" Maybe you'll find out when we leave here." Little did she yet suspect that I planned to know before dessert. We entered the posh dining area to a hushed group. All eyes were on her, trying to tell if she had ANYthing under the coat. Her sexy dress was so tiny that despite long leggy. In my own thinking and my pre-set dictionary of life, I would not mind any intimate or love relationship that would involve love, sex and anything as long as it has boundaries, and would not exceed them, I am not into deep love, jealousy or even the ownership some men would claim over their women, but I knew Raul for a few years already and we have been having sex and intimacy all the time, the difference is cancelling the fees and becoming business associates, besides being personal friends. He slid his free hand between my legs, covering my pussy with his hand. He slowly stroked his fingers up and down my slit, getting close to my cilt but not actually touching it. I thought I was going to die from pleasure overload. I whimpered low in my throat as he finally touched my cilt. The brush of his fingers running over my cilt made me buck with pleasure, he laughed deep in his throat as I whimpered and tried to ride his hand. He slid one finger down my pussy and thrusted his finger.