I must say that I really was in cloud nine.To tell about my aunt, she is a 43-year-old fair skinned woman with pretty big boobs (which turns out to be... 36C bra) and a nice big ass. She was a bit fat but she was fat only in the right places. She was only 5’4″ in height.Now my aunt slowly unbuttoned her blouse. To our surprise, she was not wearing a bra. Anamika was sitting there in awe! I was just fixated on my aunt’s big boobs and her big hard brown nipples.Aunt pulled down her petticoat and her. I was upstairs going through the main bedrooms drawers and closets and had already collected several pieces of jewelry. The sound from downstairs was unmistaken, a woman was crying! I almost shit my drawers, my partner had assured me the place was empty, the family had left for the evening. I suddenly pictured myself cuffed in the back seat of a police cruiser, not a vision I wanted fulfilled.To get out of the house, I had to go back downstairs. I may be a thief but that doesn't mean I can. Then as I was bagging up my socks and underwear I picked up a pair of boxers and immediately knew they were not mine. They were too small. They were size medium, my son’s size (mine are XL). I ignored it figuring they just got accidentally mixed in somehow…then I found a second pair. Now this had my attention. Why would two pairs of my son’s underwear be in my bedroom on my side of the bed? I tried to reason it out, but can only think of one logical reason. I stashed this info. " Look, Pop. This is a big deal. It's good for our business. This town has been good to us. The bank had been good to us. The customers have been good to us. We owe them. If they want to say 'atta boy' to us, then we should be grateful as hell." Fine ... you go up there and get the trophy." Pop, it's not a trophy. You're the president. You're the guy they expect to see up there saying thanks. You don't have to make any big speech. But don't spoil this for our employees. They get to see the guy.