So Nancy, why don't you get yourself adaiquiri and join us?" Yes, ma'am," I said, chills of fear running up and down my spine as I sawthe hateful look...from Gretchen to her mother turn into some sort of silentmessage, after which they both acquired a cruel curl of the lip that sooften preceded things getting much worse for me. I asked Dirk if I couldfetch him another bourbon and water, and he declined, as did the imperiouswomen. I went into the kitchen and made myself an extra-stiff version. It was a beautiful spring afternoon and the sun was out with just a light breeze. The second bottle soon followed and I have to admit that the combination of alcohol and sex talk got me very turned on and just a little bit wet and itchy between my legs. Sara smelled perfumed, like rose petals in water and the topic went towards female orgasms or better said the lack of it when there is a man involved and very quickly we were discussing masturbation technics. I felt frustrated and was aching for. "No, darling. It's been a long and exciting day." She gazed at her ring and then stood on tiptoe to kiss him softly. "Thank you again for my lovely, lovely ring. I love you so much. I love the Jays too. I was nervous earlier this evening but I've had nothing but loving welcomes from your family even though," and she chuckled at the memory, "your mother was a bit preoccupied." Don't worry. By the time we get there on Sunday she will have forgotten about my father and his spaying worries and so. A very naughty and dirty minded Aunty I was sixteen when I visited her with my boyfriend who was two years older. We had been out for a Brunch and came home where she offered us a gin and tonic, and a bed for the night."I hope you're fucking him", she whispered to me, our of earshot, after I had downed a few of her strong drinks? I was surprised, she always struck me as a refined and gentle woman, restrained and religious, ever since the passing of her husband, she was always doing charitable.