After my 12th I moved in different city for my college and stayed in hostel. And returned in holidays and went to my friend house to meet him but he w...s not there her mom insisted me to come inside and have a cup of tea and I had one cup of tea and talking to her. As someone knocked the door and the person was aunty asked my friend’s mother to come with her for some market and my friend’s mother moved out leaving us behind. We were normally talking to each other. My friend’s sister told me that. With one eye creaking open, she saw a pair of wet, hairy legs making their way towards her—until they stopped, a few feet away, toes pressed into the virgin sand. Squinting from the sun, Cassie twisted her head up awkwardly at the figure above her. It was the surfer boy. His eyes stayed keen on her, blue and intense. She would have found his stare almost overwhelming, yet his eyes had a friendly, cheeky warmth to them that deburred any feelings of creepiness. Still, Cassie was surprised to see. She was still wearing just her bath towel, wrapped around her body. It covered her breasts, and came down just below her hips. As she spoke to me, she sat down halfway on the bathroom counter, with one leg up and the other reaching toward the floor. Her legs parted, and she gave me a very clear look up her towel. I saw her pussy lips which were slightly parted, and saw a bit of her neatly trimmed pubic hair above. She was looking in the mirror, doing something with a Q-tip as she talked to me.. In the picture was a heavyset lady, perhaps in her seventies. She was wearing a yellow print dress and was smiling broadly. She had her arm around a handsome young man to looked to be in his mid-twenties and was dressed in some sort of soccer uniform. ‘That is a picture of my Aunt Minnie,’ Nikki said. ‘It was taken about eleven years ago now. That boy she is standing with was my husband. See, she really was his aunt, but when we got married she took me in as part of the family. No one else in.