” “Travelling.” “Yes, in fact. Travelling.” He went over to the window and looked over at the glittering city, its eternal roar a silent ges...ture in the warm room. She was beside him before he realised she had moved, closer than she’d been all evening. He could scent her, an old lion scenting a lithe young doe. He grinned suddenly at the trite image. A doe with a kick, he thought. No pushover, this one. “What are you smiling at out there?” “Out there? No. In here.” He turned to face her. She was. Under it she was wearing just a frilly pink teddy. Her full, lush tits filled out the bodice, with tantalizing glimpses of freckled cleavage on display to my eyes only. Her thighs were firm and pink.Younger than I am, even if she is my Aunt, and blushing like a spring rose as my eyes drank in the sight of her. Her nipples were hard under the satiny fabric of her teddy, and the front of my robe began to lance outward as my cock erected inside.I glanced down at the swelling and said, "Does that. "The missing girl..." Wow!" I said, interrupting him again. "That's her? Hard to believe they're related..." Why do you say that?" he asked."Well, she's a little out there compared to the rest of them, and I got a decidedly conservative vibe from the church – just doesn't seem like a good fit. In fact, it's hard to imagine a family with someone like her in the closet attending there. Wait, you said the whole family died?"He held my eyes for a moment; his look clearly questioning if contacting. There was no doubt in my mind the picture was of her and though I did really believe that she was hot as hell, I didn't want her to know that."Look Tim., please give me those photos. I think...." Ms. O'Hare began to quietly plead."Actually Becky," cutting her off, "You don't mind if I call you Becky do you?" I asked mockingly."No Tim., I don't think it would be appropriate for..." she began.Again cutting her off before she could complete her sentence, I asked "Becky, what do you think would.