Pre cum was flowing out of my aching cock as I plunged and put my head into the thick hair in her unshaven pits. I was awestruck by the coarse matted ...air as my face touched the long strands of jet-black hair in her unshaven underarms. She took off my pants and I stood there in my briefs, shaking. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband with no intention of pulling them down and looked at Aunt Harriet for her reaction. She walked over to me and before I could do anything she had the briefs down.. She stood perhaps 5 foot 4 with shoulder length light brown hair. There was, of course, a mask on her face but that failed to hide the twinkle in her blue eyes or the pert nose. Her lips seemed to beg to be kissed. She wore a genie outfit that would have put Barbara Eden (in her prime) to shame. Her flat bare midriff was much more tanned than the fabled TV genie and her breasts strained to rip the fabric of the costume. If they put a picture of cleavage beside the word in the dictionary, it. ‘Must you always do that?’ She asked. ‘Yes,’ he replied, and left it at that. ‘You’re something else,’ she smiled. ‘Come on, let’s eat,’ he said and headed for the restaurant. Rosa had to run to catch up with him. They were holding hands by the time they reached to door. They made light conversation while waiting for the food to arrive. As the food was being served he told her he found her stunningly beautiful. The food grew cold as they looked at one another. ‘You really think I’m stunning?’. “I uh, wanted to talk about Michael and Garry. Things are getting pretty bad. The fighting’s getting worse. That whole thing with sparing Tilly, I’d hoped it’d calm him down and get him to back off, but...”“He is angry, Jack. Angry to the core of his being. And perhaps, no longer reasonable.”“I know that feeling.”“Do not we all.” She grinned and kissed him again. “I will do what I can. With emotions as the bait, perhaps I will be able to have the two dogs chasing it easily enough. I will need.