I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner on Friday night? I have some new ideas I want to run past you and our lunch meetings never seem long...enough to get much done." It was a thinly veiled excuse, I'll grant you, but I was hoping it would be enough."I would like that very much. What time on Friday?" she asked."How does 7:30 sound?" I asked."That sounds wonderful," she said."Great, now what kinds of food do you like?" I asked her."I like just about anything... you pick," she. . That’s just foreplay ... She’ll want the real thing...”We cut back to Patrice – still on her back, catching her breath, legs together, arms wrapped around her chest, holding her big boobs. Shivering and sweating... Then fade through to another shot of her – as she climbs up onto the marital bed and gets into position on her hands and knees. Big arse sticking up, big boobs hanging down. Head back, flicking long curly locks out of her face. She still looks red in the face and out of breath. "We're 16, technically we're still children" i said."She's going to be your stepmother Will, at least give her respect!" said my father."Yeah Will, give me respect" Veronica said with a smirk.At first, I would just let go of everything that Veronica says and do to me. I was still feeling guilty that I didn't help her when my father raped her. So i often just let her have her way. But years passed, I started to fight back whenever I got tired of Veronica's bullying. I think she's thankful though. Something about my feeling restless made me look at the sleeping body of my aunt. The light was shining on the lower half of her cot and I could see up to her thighs quite clearly. I had extinguished the lantern before going out, so the rest of her was in the dark. During her turning and tossing, the flaps of her kurta (long Pakistani shirt) had moved upwards. The shalwar underneath and the legs that it contoured were displayed quite nicely. The view seemed… enjoyable… for lack of a better word.