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I had been here for almost two weeks, and the thought of leaving on Friday was unbearable. When we weren't screwing, Aunt Beatrice cooked for me, bathed me, and took me out on dates.
After making it explicitly clear on how much we both enjoyed it, she flew me up to her home in Wisconsin, where we've been continuing our affair.
I was relaxing, listening to the alternative radio station and surfing around online. I licked my lips to imagine how soft and smooth her ass would be to the touch. Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, wearing white socks and a blue summer dress was Janet’s blonde friend, Beth.“Hello, Steve,” Beth smiled swinging her pony tail as she turned to look at me. In High School, I always had a crush on Beth, probably because I saw her so often.“Judy is on the phone.”“Thanks bro,” my sister was the youngest of her friends, having turned 18 last month and she still had braces. She was a tomboy, who liked to play touch football with the boys, and ate steaks instead of salads.“Bye, Mom,” Monica waved to the SUV with one tire on our drive-way. She was wearing denim overalls over a pink t-shirt.
Beth was 18 and had been friends with Jan since junior high. Beth was no longer the skinny, flat chested girl I remember when she played soccer with Jan. Her tits were full like Beth’s and I felt them pressing against me in the hug.