They always cleaned up after and kept everything just the way it was. As soon as Irish got me up those stairs she just about tore all my clothes off g...tting to my cock. Then she almost ripped my shorts up to get me naked. As for me I preferred a slow unveiling. First the blouse comes off, then the jeans. Next there’s a slow removing of the bra and letting ‘the girls’ roll free. Finally come the panties. That’s when I saw what an awesome big furry box Irish had. All nice chubby gals have such. ”“You are making my mouth water talking about that,” said Aunty as she looked at my crotch unashamedly. (Made my cock twitch in my pants as she did that. I am sure that did not go unnoticed by her sharp eyes.).By now the fire was crackling shooting flames nearly into the chimney making the room cheerier. Allen seemed to be deep in thought but was not saying much, though he seemed to be content just being with the family. Dad was being strangely quiet also. Usually he was very talkative, but not. We were settled on either end of the sofa when she returned with the smoke. She had no choice but to settle in between us. As we smoked, I started my advances on her, starting with a little kiss on her cheek, telling her how much I had enjoyed the evening. She leaned into me and away from Tom. I nibbled on her neck a bit, telling her how sexy she looked. She squirmed against me and I told her how that the view in that sweater had been driving me crazy all evening. I slipped my hand around. “When you return do so without your bra. I want to feel your titties. I want to be able to suck them to lick your pretty pink nipples.”She returned and sat down beside him. He had been surprised at how easy it had all been so far. “You have done up your buttons. Undo them please.” Meekly she undid all her buttons. “Good very good. I see you have obeyed my instructions.”She turned to face him her back to the room. He pulled her blouse open, greedily fondling both her now bra-less breasts. She.