She did not wake up when I undressed her and washed her up. I put one of my old T-shirts on her and put in my guest bedroom for the night.I was up ear...y. I had the coffee done and the bacon was done too. I was just waiting for her to wake up before pushing the toaster down and starting the eggs. All I needed to know was how she liked them.She came bouncing down the stairs in my T-shirt just like a teenager. She asked, “Did you fuck me last night?”I replied, “No. I would never take advantage of. I glanced that way and saw Kristin, with her camera, recording us. It was another semi-scripted show."How do you define it, then?" I asked, looking back up at Aunt Karen."Once again, that depends on the context. The way I see it, I'm a virgin at anything I've never done before. But, right at this moment, I'm talking specifically about the virginity of having a bodily orifice that has never been ... fucked. Until very recently, I was triply virginal. But, in a very short time, you have come in. I told her that what we were going to do was not legal, but she told me to shut up, she took off her short skirt and blouse. There she was, naked apart from some small while cotton panties, in my living room. Her skin was a beautiful tanned colour and her bikini tan-lines were really pronounced. But what got my cock instantly hard were her small puffy-nippled tits and a few born pubes sticking out of the side of those panties. She told me to take off all my clothes, which I did, and then turned. I was nervous, but as I had not had any 'me-time' for a couple of days, my balls felt tight and heavy. I arrived at her house, nothing to look at - but I opened the garden gate and walked to the conservatory as instructed. I knocked on the door. Paula looked at me through the door. she looked delicious. She was under 5 Foot, blonde hair in a bob and her tits stuck out in front like two huge weather balloons. The door opened and she greeted me. a lovely red-lipsticked smile met mine as.