We'll talk about it tomorrow. Ok I said I slid under the covers as Aunt Wilma was naked and I rubbed my cock and rest it in the crack of her ass and k...issed her goodnight. I woke up to the sound of water. Aunt Wilma was in the shower.I could look out the French Doors and see waves on the lake and the skies were over casted. I put on the local news and the forecast were for winds and rains from midmorning through the day until late afternoon. Not good football weather and the temps would be. He was the one surprised as he felt her offering the tip of her tongue to his lips. "Later," he thought as he let their mouths part.The heat was obvious in her face and eyes. Not quite lust, but nymphet heat. Not quite total desire, but it was there, glowing at himHe stepped back a ways directing her to keep her face toward the lens, firing away a bevy of shots. She was a natural he thought to himself. Every shot or position he moved her into was better than the last. Of course each little move. Then days went and Navratri came. On the 4th day of Navratri, to my surprise, Shruti came to our home for playing garba. She was dressed in a green colored chaniya choli(all my sisters mostly used to wear chaniya choli during navratri as we belonged to a gujju family). It was 6 pm and garba starts at 6:30pm in our locality.So we both went to our balcony for chit-chat. When we went to balcony, I observed her carefully. I was able to see her navel as it was chaniya choli and the upper portion was. Beautiful artwork and decor line the wall as I ascend, more family pictures of Victoria, Rick, baby Adam. I reach the landing at the top, everything is dead silent. Ahead of me is a full bathroom, for guests, not used much. I peek my head in. So pristine and wealthy, I could really get used to it here. I look up at the mirror above the sink. I’m not in it, there’s no reflection. I back out of the bathroom, a bit freaked out. I guess it’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me recently. To.