They waved goodbye and off they went, leaving me and my Aunt to spend the weekend catching up. XXNX At this point though, she starts to wake up. How did I not realise she wasn’t wearing a bra? I go down downstairs to say hello to Aunt Julie, and she looks just as embarrassed as me. I hear her making her way to the bathroom, and then to bed. She still has long, thick red hair, and even though she doesn’t quite have the same tight figure as she use to, the curves are still in the right places. I slowly moved towards her again, unbuttoning her blouse as gently as I could. How did I not realise she wasn’t wearing a bra? In fact most of my fantasies involved either my Aunt, or women who looked far too similar for it to be a coincidence. She still is. I watch in awe as it dribbles out of her mouth and down her chin. Long days and nights sitting in the dark with only my monitor providing light has stumped my growth quite a bit.
