"Would you get my door for me please?", she asked casually. I went around to her side and pulled the heavy sedan door open. Feighning carelessness, bu... all the while knowing just what she was doing, Aunt Carol spread her legs apart leaving one leg on the floorboard while stretching the other leg as far out of the car as she could physically manage. The effect was to pull her skirt clear to her waist and give me for the first time in my life a momentary, unobstructed view of my aunt's open, pink. In my hometown i was considered a beautyqueen ,guys were all over me,flattering and telling me that hollywood would fall to my feet the minute i would get there,little did i know .....Let me tell you a little about my background ,my family.My parents weren't rich ,mind you not poor either ,they were average.I think they loved eachother but sex was not something they kept inside the marriage,in fact they were serialcheaters having countless relations ,flings with all kind of people.When my. The pilot came on the intercom to welcome us to the southern hemisphere, telling us that we'd crossed the equator a few hours before, but that he hadn't wanted to wake us all in the middle of the night. It was just dawn, a few minutes later, as we came in to the landing. Moira's face was plastered to the window. On the other side of the aisle, Saralinda and Malia were like small children, constantly at each other to "let me see". As we stepped from the chilly airplane into the jetway, we were. Adam was the perfect guy in every way. Not only was he fine as hell with that dimpled chin, but he was actually a nice guy. He was the last of his kind, as far as Cara was concerned. She pulled her hand back, embarrassed. Once again Cara had forgotten herself. She had held her self in his arm too long and felt the curve of his scalp just a little too long for it to be considered just friendly. Adam smiled and smoothly handed her a drink. “Cherry vodka sour, extra sweet and four cherries.” He.