I could hear the maid also trying to pacify my aunt into submitting and the then she came to her was unbuttoning my aunt’s blouse. My auntie pushed ...her aside and in doing so the maid clutched the blouse and almost all the buttons gave way causing her blouse to lay open revealing her white and firm pear shaped breasts My aunt turned back and tried to get across the passage I guess to another bedroom. It was then he and the maid went after her and brought her to the master bedchamber. She was. Maybe for lots of things."Great grandmother never told a soul," he said, letting me know what he thought I was apologizing for. "I always wondered why mother and I seemed so different. So much like Great grandma and so little like the rest of her family." Really,?" Oh yeah, and looking back on it, I think Grandma at least might have suspected, but if she did, she never said anything." So where do we go from here?" I asked."Onward and upward," he laughed. "You're Cooper James now. I'm just along. She blushed a little, and flashed the small book, mumbling something about “just whatever, to pass the time.” I got really bold, and asked if she had ever tried any of it, or did she have any favorites? She got a little redder, and said no, but some of it was really interesting. Totally emboldened now, I said she should mark some passages and I would buy the book she was reading the next day. Then the crew started honking and hollering, and I had to go. She didn’t commit, either way.Next. And the more stories I read, the more hackneyed and predictable the tales became. I have always enjoyed the written word more than the imagery. Don't get me wrong, a beautiful naked woman aroused my younger self, but a well told tale could be just as erotic as that first reading, whereas the pornographic picture lost it's lustre after a few wanks. But then I happened across an old tome of Anais Nin's 'Delta of Venus', an erotic novel set in the roaring twenties. This book contained virtually.