Wallace’s hand. Okxxx My tongue feathered across it. The guilt started to return then I got a look at my Aunt’s left hand. Without concious thought, I slid a 2nd finger into Aunt Barbara. Aunt Barbara’s silk blouse was open just enough for me to see a hint of cleavage. The walls were warm and wet. I pounded her over and over again. Specifically women’s wedding sets. Her eyes rolled open but she was in no way awake. You name it, it’s a major turn on for me. Before any of the surrounding students could even decipher what she was saying I pocketed the set in my jacket and zipped it up. It was all I could do to keep the entire class from seeing me, or at least that’s what my paranoia told
