My aunt’s breasts were big and round and supple and beautiful. Her nipples were big and pointy. Her flesh looked delicious. Try as I might not to, I...became erect nonetheless.When she called me back towards her again, I found her red and flushed. I was flushed myself. When our eyes met through the mirror, we looked away from each other quickly. They met a few times though. She really looked embarrassed, as did I. But nothing was said other than the looks of embarrassment.As I was leaving, she. John and Claire braved the showers to take her son John’s letter to the post office to be sent to John’s friend in Germany who thereafter posted it on.When they returned from the post office, they had coffee sitting on the sofa. She turned to him and looked pleadingly into his eyes, and he knew she needed to be held, to receive comfort and security from him. John said nothing but hugged her to him. There was nothing he could say, nor did he want to say anything.At length she stirred, finished. " Good," Cody said impatiently as he stood. "Gabir, go pick your men that are going with us and detail the others. I'll get the Lieutenant so we can make that call to the Colonel before we go. Miss Jorgensen, gather your gear and stay with me."Cody went to the corner of the room where their bags and equipment had been deposited, and opened his rolled up satchel. He quickly checked his tools before rolling it back up. He handed the South American tablet to Briana, instructing her to carry it in. He walked around the otter, looking over the dense, red fur and bushy tail, covering the hole that had given both of them such pleasure over the years. Then he took another silk cord from his wrist and draped it under Rafe's chin. The otter sat up and held his head high as he felt the strangling cord against his throat. "Please, Master," the otter said. Damien finished looping the cord around Rafe's neck. "Please, Master," again, as Damien began to tighten the cord. And repeated in a choked.