My father took my things down to her house by car, and I drove my own motorbike there. My aunt was called Jeanette and she was French. My father had w...ooed her when he had sailed over to Cherbourg in his yacht. She was twelve years younger than he had been, and was now in her mid thirties was still looking good. She was tall with long legs and still had firm breasts.We got on well in her four bedroom house. They hadn't had any children so we were by ourselves. Nothing happened for the first two. When we would do our recitals the other girls were not shy when we changed for different numbers, seeing so many different nude bodies was sometimes a turn on for me but I guess I never put all of it together in my head, I just thought I was looking at a gorgeous young woman. I would lay in my bed at night, I always slept in the nude and just touch myself and I loved doing that, feeling my fingers run over my soft skin, looking at my hard nipples and even pulling on them from time to time.. Then I heard the water running in my bathroom. I let my breath out in relief.I wrote Demie a note: 'Dear Demie...'Dear? Why did I write that? She wasn't dear to me......or was she? We'd had sex quite a few times over the last few weeks, and even with casual relationships feelings can start up, but she was a murderous demon!Shaking my head, I continued: 'I'm taking your bird lady friend to Monday's place to pick up some ganja. Here's the address if you want to meet us there...'The bird creature. " Oh, no," Vera said. "We don't do business that way at Cloven Flour. We make a very special product, and we select our customers very carefully. We have certain legal requirements that are necessary in order to do business." I don't know," Arnie said. "I'm not a lawyer, and that paper looks like a pretty complicated legal document. I could be signing my life away here. Although," he said, laughing bitterly and looking around the empty store, "that's not saying much." Don't worry," Vera purred..