Her legs were as spindly as toothpicks, with knobs in the center that passed for knees.Her legs were as spindly as toothpicks, with knobs in the center that passed for knees. Above and below her hips, she was a mess. But she had hips that were ultra-feminine and molded so perfectly that any so-called sex symbol would have been proud to possess them. Her crotch was a fascination;in a delicate but proud protuberance, it hovered over the wide gap produced by skinny, almost meatless thighs. It made me want to cuddle up to her pussy and smother it with kisses. When she acknowledged our introduction, her voice was melodious and a light that came from somewhere inside her made me want to overlook all her negative physical characteristics. They were on vacation, Aunt Selma explained, and had stopped in to see our father. Daddy had phoned while they were waiting, telling them that he wouldn't be home until the next day. He invited them to stay with us while they were in town. "Your Uncle Frank is upstairs in the bathroom right now, " Aunt Selma said. "He'll be down in a minute. " My heart sank, and I knew Darla's did too, when we learned we wouldn't be able to welcome Daddy as we'd planned. |