Only three men had ever seen her naked. Her first boyfriend had taken her to a nearby nature preserve where they had made love beneath a stand of ever...reens. Her first fiancé on a weekend trip to the mountains and Larry. Through the beauty pageants she had grown accustomed to being admired as she walked down runways, but a modest two piece swimsuit was the most revealing thing she had ever worn to be ogled by others -- until now. She was acting sultry, but trying to hold back at the same time.. The last thing Iremember seeing was her gloved fist nailing me right between the eyes.When I woke up, the only thing in my field of vision was the sun, a bigyellow ball partially blinding me like in those old western movies. My headwas still rattling around like five hangovers at once. I felt detached frommy body. I was finally able to raise my head and look around. I was lyingdown on the ground. There was someone lying down next to me, though Ididn't know whom. She was dressed pretty. “Now maybe I can get some nice sleep,” she continued, snuggling up to his back.Horace stiffened and eyes were wide open by her body spooning his.Her arm was about his waist and he felt her warm breath on the nape of his neck. It took him an hour to relax enough to close his eyes. He heard and felt her breathing. He fell into a troubled sleep. Every time he felt her body shift, he awoke. He knew she was sleeping because every once in a while she flinched which caused him to have an erection. He. It was just the three of us, my elder brother was living in another city. My father had passed away when I was much younger and my aunt who had got recently divorced had come to live with us.It was a big house with a big pool outside and three rooms. We each had our own room and privacy, which was naturally very important to me.My mother Anne (not her real name) was 46 and my aunt Rachel (again not her real name), her older sister, was 48 at this time. They were both curvy white women and my.