By mid-morning I'd finished my book and was enjoying the light breeze that was circling. I'd long ago removed my bikini top and the feeling of the sun...and cool breeze on my full DD breasts was causing my perfect pink nipples to harden, standing erect and needing to be touched. It had been a while since I'd had any form of sexual release and I took the opportunity for some self-pleasure. My fingers gently squeezed my nipples, pulling and rubbing them in such a way that before too long my pussy. It was another couple of inches to my black lace panties, just how my husband liked it. The tickle of cum that began to leak from between my legs snapped me back into the moment. Hobbling over to the desk as I clenched my pelvic floor, I tossed my vibrator onto the bed, the fuchsia toy tumbling on the white sheet like a dirty little gymnast. I crouched over my iPad and triple-tapped it with three fingers to deactivate the screen curtain, revealing the camera was still recording. I considered a. We had our own private sleep over in the apartment above her parents garage. I think Sheila went through three boxes of Kleenex, but by Sunday afternoon, I still hadnt shed a tear. We were lying on the bed as another movie ended when Sheila turned off the TV and sat up facing me. When was the last time that you actually cried? she asked. Maybe you have never cried. No, I replied. I used to cry… a long time ago. The last time I cried I was when dad caught me smoking a cigarette when I was in. My Aunt Charlotte was not a big woman.In fact, she was shorter than me and probably only weighed about a hundred pounds. My sister Trisha was much bigger than her in the hips and she had a pair of melons for boobs that she had to lift with both hands to allow my mom to wash underneath when she came out of the kitchen bathtub. The fact the bathtub was in the kitchen allowed me to see all the women in the family in their naked glory but I was only interested in seeing my Aunt Charlotte with her.