Of course, it looked like Nicole and Frank, but it was only obvious since they were all related, so it wasn’t going to stand out to anyone. I was t...en finally brought inside their secret they had kept from me. When Nicole was fifteen and learning to drive her dad’s Bronco, he had taken those moments to trade the opportunity to drive for sexual favors. It had begun with simple rubs of his daughter’s bra-covered breasts and kisses, but by the time Nicole was able to get her driver’s license,. Where ever possible, I would stand reasonably close and discreetly watch her as I pondered her seemingly sad her life over in my mind. A recent tragedy maybe, jilted by a lover or something like that. I however never tried to communicate with her as I knew that my attentions would be unwanted. It was a cold and rainy Friday morning in Auckland New Zealand that packed the commuter train. I found myself sitting opposite sad girl, a mother and a chatty young daughter of around five years of age. Grasping her camisole and raising it slowly over her head. She cast it away and his eyes moved down. Her breasts were covered with the finest emerald green lace brassiere. Her nipples pushed eagerly against the material. His jacket slid to the floor followed by his tie. He fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. Their eyes locked together, passionate, wanting. Her fingers hooked in the hem of her silk pants, sliding them slowly down, enjoying the fact that his eyes followed her hands. They slipped. Bring it up to the deck." I retrieved the tray from the refrigerator. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if this lunch would proceed like the one of three days ago. My pulse rate increased with each step.Aunt Jane was in the same spot, reclining on the lounge and wearing another of what seemed like a limitless supply of bikinis. This one looked to be of cotton fabric and had black and white stripes that angled across the bra and the bottom. Though it covered more than the.