I leaned against the door way and watched my Uncle Derek shave the rest of his face. I turned to look out the window for a second when I heard Derek t...rn on the faucet. "Ah shit." He said. I turned back to face him, he was right up next to the mirror looking at his chin. "What did you do?" I asked. "I cut my fricken chin." He replied. I was standing by a kleenex box, so I grabbed one and walked over to my uncle. He turned to me and looked down so I could have an easier reach. I wiped the blood. Her cardigan was unbuttoned as were the top two buttons of her shirt. I could tell by the delicious movement of her breasts that she had also removed her bra. I was willing to bet that her panties were alongside her bra in her handbag. She strutted back to me and sat down. I was hard as a nail and unless the guy serving was gay or a corpse he would have been the same. She glanced back towards the young guy at the counter. She saw him looking at her and swivelled her leg out of the booth. As she. Her ample tits squeezed out at the top, and below her smooth chubby thighs could be seen, with an occasional flash of the white strip of her panties when she walked. She wasn’t an unattractive girl – and with her make-up done and dark hair piled up in an expensive style, she looked good – and she knew it as she strutted about the small country pub making quite an impression on the local men who weren’t used to such wanton displays. As the night wore on she exploited this, coaxing drink after. She looked down at herself, at the play of water over her breasts, her nipples, then at the slightly rounded belly and below, the wet mass of her midnight pubic hair.It was a good body, she thought, and according to Robbie and Bettina, a beautiful, sexy one. Her body was capable of giving and of receiving much love. Her legs were long and supple, and her breasts shaped high and firmly. She had always thought she was a bit too lean, but they insisted she was just right, special in her own.