Lauren couldn’t shake the feeling of the hug. ‘Has it been that long since someone touched you?’ Lauren chided herself. She wasn’t really the ...ype of person to be very tactile. She wasn’t much for being touched. So when there was an opportunity for any sort of intimate contact, even one as platonic as a hug from someone from her past, Lauren felt strange. She could hear herself be elated and frightened at the same time. Oddly, to her this time, her elation was much more prevalent than it had. Aunt Bea had a trip planned for the same time and had her bags packed. I could hardly wait as I wanted to take care of some things as I wore Aunt Bea's clothes. Particularly her blue satin like dress with white lace, her patent black heels and beads, the half-glasses that never left her bedroom, yeah those were nice.So Big bad Barney's gonna run the show huh? well there's not much of any real trouble down here. Barney's a good guy though, been dropping in for coffee at breakfast for as long as. She couldn't help but wonder why Hollis didn't want to fuck her more often. She knew she was a beautiful and sexy girl. Why didn't he get a hard-on more often?She entered the house by the kitchen door and went to her bedroom. She posed before her mirror, eyeing the thrust of her hard, young tits. She cupped them and turned sideways to admire herself. Then she pulled her dress up and faced the mirror and peered at her curly pussy-fur."Such a pretty pussy," she told herself, giving her cunt a few. I woke up with someone gently touching my shoulder. Pam."Mister Greg. Mom says dinner is ready. Maybe you should get dressed."I noticed that I was barely covered by the towel. I thanked her and staggered up.Once again the dinner was excellent and, unlike the morning, Toey was in a good mood and smiling at me. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth but be happy, too. At least as happy as my sore muscles allowed me to be.After dinner I helped with cleaning the kitchen, but once I was.