Sure enough, each small movement revealed a smallbit of my cotton white panties underneath. I'm sure that my parentswouldn't approve, as my dad would...surely not want boys to be seeingunder the hemline of my skirt...too bad I do. At this, giggled.Turning to face my reflection, I couldn't help but focus on that naggingfeeling that something was wrong. What would be wrong, though? My facewas still gorgeous, my tits were still huge, I still had that hourglassfigure that most other girls. My widowed Aunt had said to my father that I could go and live with her.My father took my things down to her house by car, and I drove my own motorbike there. My aunt was called Jeanette and she was French. My father had wooed her when he had sailed over to Cherbourg in his yacht. She was twelve years younger than he had been, and was now in her mid thirties was still looking good. She was tall with long legs and still had firm breasts.We got on well in her four bedroom house. They hadn't had. Looks good Dad.” She said “you sure know how to spoil me.” “Daddies are good at spoiling their little girls now eat up before the sun bakes it.” Bailey and I ate in silence for a while just enjoying the day until Bailey tried to get a bit too much chocolate sauce on a chunk of apple. The excess chocolate dripped off the end of the apple and landed on her left boob staining the white bikini top and then splashed down to also stain her bottoms. “Shit!!!” Bailey said in frustration as the sticky. ....ooh.......get off......watching your w..........uhhhh.......your wife get.........ooh.......fucked?” She looked pissed, but was kind of drunk, and getting slammed by a hard cock. “Mark, pull your dick out man” John said, he had an idea. Mark, not knowing the deal, but not in any position to argue, pulled it out. It was just 4 inches long, and thin. John pulled out of Samantha, then flipped her over on her stomach, and moved around so she could suck him, which she did. “Go ahead and stick.