She introduced herself as our Aunt Selma, the wife of Daddy's older brother, Frank.She introduced herself as our Aunt Selma, the wife of Daddy's older brother, Frank. A gawky, very thin girl was behind her and we were presented to their daughter, Vickie. Aunt Selma was wearing a very brief halter top that didn't come anywhere close to covering her breasts, that stuck out to here and were as firm as watermelons. Her rigid nipples threatened to poke holes in the open weave material of the halter. Her bikini-type shorts didn't contain enough cloth to blow your nose on, and the mound of Venus it covered - just barely - was very prominently evident. For a woman her age, she was built as sexy as they come. Her daughter was a different story, though. She was dressed identically to her mother, but there the similarities stopped. She hardly had need of the top covering her tits, because she almost didn't have any. Her chest was sunken, her belly was concave, and her ribs stuck out over it like a birdcage. |