She really looked beautiful, her big tight boobs were held in place which bounced each time she moved, her panties were pink and semi-see-through and ...I could see her camel toe. “So what do you think Kay?” She asked me; me I rather watch than talk but still I managed to speak. “You look beautiful aunt Tiff; really smoking hot!” “Oh thank you Kay and stop calling me aunt for now I am just Tiffany to you, why don’t you take more pictures? Won’t get another chance you know”So I picked up the camera. ” she looked around. “Where are they?”“Outside. They had to do their business.” I explained. “They’re exploring now.”I showed her, opening the back door. She went out. As soon as they saw her they stopped what they were doing and came running up to her. When they reached her they sat down on their behinds watching her. She smiled at them, rubbed each of them behind their ears on the neck. Then she clicked her fingers twice and they ran back to what they were doing. Locating and familiarizing. . 4... 5... And breathe out... 2... 3... 4... 5...In... 2... 3... 4... 5... Out... 2... 3... 4... 5... And I want you tokeep that steady, slow rhythm going, josh," miss stevens purred. "Slowlyin... Slowly out... Making each breath stretch out as long as you canmanage... Filling your lungs with refreshing, rejeuvenating air...Letting your body slow down to the pace..."Each and every thought in your mind," miss stevens continued steadily,as I found my breathing fall into a slow, natural rhythm,. This was different, of course. It was his decision. Only he could say he wanted to accept the treatment. Only he could say no, he did not want it. It was up to him. Three months or six, heads or tails, call it in the air. Three months. September, October, November, he could make it to his birthday. Or, the other way, he could make it through December, like that song by Merle Haggard. He could see another Christmas. And that would be a hell of a Christmas, with everyone tiptoeing around not.