Washing clothes was a huge chore back then, so a person tended to get the maximum wear out of an outfit between cleanings.Personal hygiene wasn’t qu...te as casual here in the city as it was in the countryside, but people weren’t obsessed about bathing either. A good bath every two or three days was the norm. Yes, of course people smelled, so what? Since everyone was in the same boat, a little earthy aroma wasn’t a big deal. I had to admit that I had been very lucky, in that the women I had. "You!" he grinned. "With the luck you bring, I can't lose."He squeezed her rear playfully and, despite her trepidation, Maria warmed to the enthusiasm which emanated from his tone of voice and confident eyes.Jimmy had timed their arrival to be just a little late to ensure his entrance would be noteworthy, especially with Maria hanging on his arm. He wore a new tailored white three piece suit with lavender fringed cuff shirt and tie, but it was Maria who commanded the attention of the room as. He kissed her tenderly, hands sinking into her hair, before pulling away an inch to look into her eyes. ‘I had imagined us waking to a different scenario.’ His fingers rubbed softly against her scalp. ‘I’m sorry. I thought we’d be safe here. Wash up, baby. I’ll get this taken care of.’ Abby slid her hands up his chest and neck, sinking into the silky dark hair tumbling around his shoulders. ‘It’s not your fault, Gabe. This is insane. Who would do such a thing? And why?’ His green eyes darkened. I feel Aunt Lisa start to kiss my neck and rub my breasts through my shirt, and twist my nipples in place. I moan into my mother’s mouth, and she responds by kissing me harder. She and Aunt Lisa both stand up and shake their dresses off of them onto the floor, then they unhook each others bra and their huge breasts hang freely from their chest. They stand me up and pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra, releasing my breasts that look like nothing compared to theirs. Aunt Lisa lays me.