There are lilac bushes on the sides of the porch. The exterior of the home is neatly kept. As soon as Ann and I are through the door, Aunt Helen give... us a perfunctory greeting and sets our swim suits aside on the couch. She takes her time folding my jock strap. She is wearing her usual style of clothes - a pleated, tight, brown, two-piece suit with a white ruffled blouse. Her brunette hair is in a tight bun which is normal for her. She has darkened eye brows with extended curled eye lashes.. I heard her whimper, pulled the heavy body out of the carriage by its feet and then assisted her to the road, admiring her trim legs, mass of curly hair and tidy form as I did."Thank you," she sighed, looking up at me, trying to reassemble herself, brushing her fancy dress with both hands and nearly freeing her small breasts from her stays as she did so. "Is he dead?"I nodded. The man had evidently been shot in the back of the head. Judging from his dress, he had been a very prosperous person. The dogs were sharing Reggie’s bed in the corner of the living room. ‘I’m glad they’re playing nice,’ I commented. He pulled open the sliding glass door in the kitchen and whistled for the boys to go out. I had the urge to scratch again, wondering if my damned under wire had snapped. I asked where his bathroom was and went to investigate. Standing in front of the mirror, I lifted my shirt and felt the metal band under my right breast but it wasn’t broken. I lifted it away from my body, and saw. One relinquished a damp cheek to explore a nearly-naked breast and the other slid down to the small of my back to pull me closer. The deep blue specs in his light blue eyes had me captivated. A strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones attracted my fingers to outline his face. Ian’s hand glided over the curve of my breast and traveled upward toward my neck. His splayed fingers came to rest on my throat. I inhaled and he covered my open mouth with his own kissing me long, slow, and with passion. I.