Aunt Jean had always been my favorite. She always seemed bubbly and happy. I had a crush on her for the longest time. She was only five feet tall, ver...y dark brown hair that she always kept midway down her back but recently cut it to shoulder length. Though petite, she sported a nice figure on the order of a 35C-24-35 and might have weighed all of 100 pounds soaking wet. That was my memory of her when I was much younger. The few times I had visited, she always looked great and we always had fun. You asked me last night, and I didn’t tell you.’ ‘You’re not shy’ Nick had no idea why he’d said it, but he had been having some difficulty getting the mental image of her in the motel room, dressed only in towels, out of his head. ‘Why are you going East? Where are you going?’ Brynn asked him, and he allowed her to change the subject. ‘I’m going to Chicago. I grew up there.’ He told her of growing up in Chicago, of being a normal anonymous kid in high school. He found himself unloading his. "Couldn't we take a walk and visit the town? I want to see it all. Please!" Menja begged with pleading wide eyes and pulling at one of Roban's hand."Sure, why not. Who wants to come along?" Roban asked smiling at the excited girl.Of course they all wanted to join, even Ognar and Gyorak accompanied them.They were walking through the streets of Falkath, Menja gushing about everything, and there was a lot she thought interesting."What do you think is your sister's reason for being here and how did. “OK, my pleasure. Now sit on the bed. On the edge”. As he sat she moved towards him, then stopped with her tits almost touching his face, her legs either side of one of his. He instinctively started to run his hands over her, from her waist and up to cup her tits still constrained in silk and lace. As he caressed her she started to unbutton his shirt. He scooped her tits from her bra and saw the nipples harden to his touch. As she reached down to unbutton the lower buttons he reached down.