Unworthy of her attention.Cassie checked her news feeds. There was the usual political squabbling.A few minor conflicts among the various factions of ...the mundane. Theoutbreak of some new disease which would never threaten her. Nothing ofgreat interest.Perhaps this was a day for reading? There was always reading to be done.So much reading... It never ended. Occasionally it led to fascinatingdiscoveries. The problem with ancient texts is that for each one withuseful knowledge, there were nine. AuntieBessie was Mother's sister. Tina was to stay with them and Bella andVictoria with another Aunt while Mother and Nancy, now 18, looked for asuitable house and awaited the arrival of the luggage.They all found England in the 1980s to be a culture shock but they soonbecame familiar with contemporary fashion and were allowed to adopt the Tshirt and jeans culture. Uncle George and Auntie Bessie proved a very kindly, rather elderly,couple and did their best to make sure Tina was well looked. "I'm not usually this forward," she said. "But this is a special case," and then she grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me to her for a passionate kiss.After a few seconds I said, "I'm not complaining."We frenched some more and my hands wandered down to her ass. I grabbed it forcefully and then pulled away from her wincing and shaking my hands.She looked at me with concern."What's the matter?" Your ass is smoking hot. I burned my fingers," I said.She looked confused for just a second. She's shorter than he'd thought - probably a full foot shorter than he is even with her heels - but there's something about the way she fits snugly against his chest. The feel of having her in his arms.His hands drift over the downy cashmere of her sweater covered back. They don't force her closer, though she presses against him as though drawn by the force of an invisible magnet. They sway, barely moving as they mostly just hold each other.He takes a deep breath, inhaling her sweetness. She.