Aunt Helena ignores it, they’re her precious boys, and nothing they do is wrong. Also, the fact that she’s not the one who has to deal with the me...s sure helps to ignore the whole thing.Since I’m not allowed to lock doors, is common for them to step in the bathroom when I’m there with any excuse, or in my room, while I’m changing, I complained to my aunt a few times, of course, she sided them.“That’s fine, this way you won’t touch yourself more than the strictly needed for cleaning. She then placed her hands on either side of her pussy and pulled her labia apart. She was now wide open for his tongue. Stephen could see just enough in the dim light to make out the hood of her clitoris with its tiny, shiny knob peeping from the top of it. He could see her vaginal opening. It was slick with her sweet smelling natural lubricant. He now placed his hands under her buttocks and opened her ass crack. Her pretty anus was now visible to him. It was perfectly round and the skin. Soft. ‘Boy, bet that would hurt though. It would probably bruise a cervix or two,’ I reasoned. In an instant, I was shaken from my reverie. I saw her from somewhat of a distance, her light blonde hair gleaming like a phoenix in the brilliant sun(actually, I could have spit on her, and her black roots extended at least three inches from her part). At the time, I was wondering if I knew her somehow, she seemed somewhat familiar(although I was really hoping that she wasn’t). I started to speak to. It drove some of them crazy, especially the ones that follow fashion design and stuff because she was a brand new model that no one had ever seen and who was absolutely stunning. To people that follow the fashion industry, not knowing this was apparently a calamity.Robin spent the rest of the dinner talking about fashions and the fashion industry and materials and fabrics and who knows what else. Both Mickey and I stopped listening about ten minutes into the meal. Afterward, we dropped her off.