The plan will take shape against the backdrop of my second favorite holiday: Halloween. The fun will begin at dusk, in a few short hours. I head insid...e to start getting ready. Hanging on my closet door is my costume, which is sure to ignite the wrath of The Welcome Wagon all over again. It’s a dominatrix outfit…black leather corset with garters, short leather skirt, fishnet stockings and spiked heeled boots, plus a riding crop and some chains as accessories. My plan is to make some eyes pop,. Aunt Muriel was sitting on the toilet seat and I was sitting on the floor between her legs. This was the only way we could squeeze into this little room plus the emergency items which were stowed either side of the pan.As I sat there I was being surrounded by her perfume and her womanly scent which seemed to be filling the whole room. As we sat there in the almost pitch darkness I could feel the heat from her thighs on my shoulders, for she sat with her legs between my body and arms, her legs. Being of legal age, I wasn't terribly worried about anything legal coming out of it. I was more worried about the 'label' I could possibly get in our community, or what would and I'm sure could happen if my wife were to file for divorce and explain the reasons behind it.I think me being a guy, being horny all the time, involved in a lousy, sexless marriage, and the fact I was given an opportunity to have sex with cute and sexy teenage girls never really gave me any time to think about what. It was a big house: five or six bedrooms, maybe. He looked towards the front door and he could see the panel with bell-push buttons: about eight, in two columns; separate apartments, he guessed. There were lights in several of the upstairs rooms, but only one downstairs. He was about to leave when he saw the silhouette of someone in the room: and there was no mistaking the fact that it was female!Like most adolescent boys, his hormones ruled his head. Maybe she was undressing; or even naked, he.