She dropped her bags and embraced samir in a bear hug and lustfully kissed him, their tongues exploring each other greedily after the long hiatus.Sami... was still in a daze when Anita told him that she would have a shower and change out of her uniform into something more comfortable.After what seemed an eternity, Samir heard her calling him to their bedroom. Entering, he was mesmerized. There was Anita, in a skimpy, two-piece, dark brown leather bikini; her feet encased in the same police boots. He disappeared into his room, while I stood inside his living room, cold and shivering, dripping from head to toe.He came back with a towel in one hand and suggested I change into some of his wife's clothes before I caught a nasty cold. He informed me how his wife and his kids had gone over to his mother-in-laws place for about a month for their kids' school vacation. He had stayed behind for his students and had assured me his wife wouldn't mind me borrowing her clothes. I saw no reason to say. I looked at and listened to the past whenever this autobiography needed to quote a conversation that I wasn't a party to, which happened hundreds of times. Thus you, my reader, can be assured of this document's accuracy. [Strictly speaking, I didn't "listen". The end result would have been the same if I had listened, but the process was considerably more complicated. Things don't "happen" in the past because they've already happened. "Happening" can only happen in the present. When I want to. I sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. My cock was raging hard inside my pants, and I was dying to jerk off since I hadn’t done it all day. It didn’t help that I had been staring at my Aunt’s tits the whole time during dinner. Quietly, I undid my jeans and pulled out my rock hard cock. I stroked my hands up and down it a couple times as I thought about my aunt’s gorgeous body, I had to see her naked. I snuck down the hallway toward the bathroom, cock still sticking out of my pants. I.