Dalia felt the growing wetness between her thighs. Dalia approached, slowly, hesitating, terrified of the passion filling her. Slowly she dropped to h...r knees. Her hands resting on Susans’ knees. Gently she parted them, kissing each on the soft inner skin. Susan slid slowly down in the chair, her long slender legs parting, her head thrown back on the chair. Her fingers gripped the arm in anticipation. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth bit into her lower lip. Gently Dalias’ lips brushed the. And suddenly, two hands slid under my arms and grabbed my shoulders. I turned around and looked into my aunt’s eyes.She said, “I meant it when I said you should be with me,” and slid her fingers into my pants, “You were hard for me then, aren’t you?” I confessed, “Yes,” and stared down at the floor. “Am I hotter than those girls?” She asked teasingly and grabbed my balls so hard that it hurt.“You are more beautiful than Kardashian for me.”“How long is your crush on me?”“2 years.”She moaned,. I'd like to say we held hands, but the trail was at times to narrow and often uneven, so we talked. She would stop to look at the lake, or some tree or flower that took her interest. We made approving noises when an old man proudly showed us the two small mouth bass he had caught.After we make the circle back to the picnic area I laid out our dinner, not letting her help...Chicken salad with walnuts and chopped red grapes, a loaf of french bread, potato salad dressed with sour cream, fresh. Certainly they were ample, but not outrageously so. Not so large that they should attract much undue attention. Hugh squeezed and stroked his breasts for a second before putting on a loose shirt.Finally, he pulled his hair together with a scrunchy (his very own, Erin had bought it for him at the airport), grabbed the keys, and headed out.The feeling that he was impersonating someone was hard to shake. And of course he was, but with an impersonation so fantastically good that it would stand up.