”“Are you comfortable with this baby?” I ask.“Yes, very comfortable, I am to please and be pleased, I want it very much, very, very much. And ... want you to watch and enjoy.”Julian bends Joanna over a narrow table, parts her legs and grabs her oily arse cheeks in his hands, and repeats, ”Love your big oily arse Joanna, can I fuck it?”“Yes, I want it very much, very, very much,” she repeats. “I am to please and be pleased.”“Stand in front of me and hold my hands,” Joanna tells me as she leans on. "Now you look more likemy niece than my nephew," smiled Aunt Carol. "Are you ready to go to theshops?" I wasn't sure if I was ready for this. "My legs feel rathercold," I said. "Hmm," said my aunt, "I suppose your not used to goingaround with bare legs, especially now that they're hairless. Comeupstairs and I'll get you some stockings to wear."Once again I slipped off my skirt so that she could fasten a suspender-belt around my waist. "Now thread the suspenders down inside yourknickers," she. From the first drink he buys her, to the dancing, to the conversation that we have. The cab ride to the hotel, him slowly undressing her, seeing, touching, tasting her most intimate places, but the thing that turns me on most is the scent of the evening. Psychologists are now telling us that “Our sense of smell and our emotional experience are fundamentally interconnected, bi-directionally communicative and functionally the same.” and that our sense of smell also triggers our memory. What ever. We all agreed that after the excitement and changes that had taken place over the past week and the likelihood of a frenetic (and very enjoyable) weekend ahead, we needed some good, quality, family time.Once I had made it home in the peak time traffic, I was happy to see that Joan had not only put on a nice skirt and top, but she’d left the bra off – I could quite easily see her naked breasts and hardened nipples through her top. She also showed me her naked cunt – she had decided that no.