“In you, Aunty?!”
Cherie gasped—along the floor, peeking out from under the closet door, were the bottoms of Emily’s red two-piece polka-dotted bikini. Yes, she grinned in the wind sweeping across her face; there would be many lovers, precious little discrimination, and much self-serving pleasure. Xxx He grabbed a fistful of her hair as she broke the embrace and held her so he could whisper into her ear, “I’m cuming, Aunty.”
She smiled, but it was short-lived. She took it all in, trying to decide how to feel, until her anger forced her teeth together, and she found her hands fisting at her sides. “Honey?” Cherie tried again, climbing the short flight of overly creaky stairs to the musty second floor. She smiled down at him, pressed a hand to his chest, put the other in her hair and ground herself against him.
