" You're wrong Bill, you need to support me in this. I have many moreresponsibilities, I am now a leading light in the community round hereand I have... to set a standard, just the same as Ms Phillimoor has to do,within her sphere of course."I was flabbergasted at her attitude. I would never have put Marjoriedown as a snob, but here she was , now saying that we were better thanour neighbours. A few days ago she was an ordinary housewife, ahomemaker for me in my ordinary, if quite well paid job,. Under the bright light of the moon, the four moved quickly and without hindrance. In contrast to the ordinarily communed manner of villages and tribes, due its unofficial status as a “Travelers Town”, it was easy to enter the Sifon tribe just as much as it was easy to leave it, usually.Bursts of mist energy from various locations in the Sifon tribe erupted one after the other, as the experts responsible for them made a blatant escape.“What’s up with them? Are they trying to get caught?” Shouva. He could feel his face beginning to blush. “Hon, don’t you ever call me Mrs. Howard again”, she said as she smiled. “I’m Clare; and you must be Larry. Stan said you were coming by to watch the game. Come on in, put the beer in the fridge and I’ll find Stan. Just make yourself at home, hon.” She turned to walk back through the house and Larry couldn’t help but feel relief as it was impossible for him to keep his eyes off her ample breasts that spilled out of her bikini top. Stan came strolling. I went outside and sat alone.When i came back inside i found my aunt in the kitchen. I always had a huge crush on her. I dont know why.It was probably because she would always grab me up and sit me on her lap and give me kisses.I would get hard, even as a kid.I liked her lips and her tits but she barely showed off her body. She mostly wore long dresses that reached down to her feet.When she was home, she dressed a bit more casual but what i remember most about her were the sandals she wore.