One more night to go. One more night to deny ourselves.We settle in for the Friday ritual. Tonight it's "Salt" - Angelina at her ass-kicking finest. W...'ve often joked about what we'd do with that beautiful mouth.The recliner is already occupied, as is the love seat. I take my place on the end of the sofa, and you stretch out, putting your feet in my lap. I give you a secret smile as I pull a blanket over us.The only light in the room comes from the screen on the wall, and when I look over at. When I woke up, I followed my usual routine -- stumbling half-asleep down the hallway from my room to the bathroom to piss and take a shower. When I got there, however, the door was closed. Great, I thought. My mom is gone, but I still have to compete with a woman for bathroom time every morning. Just as I was about to turn and head back to my room, though, the door opened. There was my aunt, with a small bag of makeup in one hand, wearing a lacy black bra, black panties, and thigh-high black. I heard it the first couple times then, I didn’t exactly hear the music, and it was like I felt the music and it helped me move right.”“Thorf, before the last five times we went through the routine there was music, the last five no music was played. The music was in your head. That is why you felt it instead of hearing just the music. Your body felt the internal music inside you and that is what you heard. Anyone else hear music till the end?”Everyone raised their hand or nodded. I said, “Let’s. When he looked up she was looking right in his eyes. For what seemed like forever she just stared and didn't say a word. "So now you know that your boss doesn't wear panties", she said. He tried to apologize but she stopped him. "Did you like what you saw"? Even though she had turned around and caught him looking she hadn't closed her legs. Then she looked down at the obvious bulge in his crotch. "From what I can see it looks like you did", said softly. The she looked back in his eyes and gave.