Indian Aunty

A white petticoat and black nylon pantiespeeked from under his dress. He wore garters and stockings, and on hisfeet were black patent pumps with three...inch heels.In the half-light of the sheers, he was vacuuming under the coffee tablewith his back turned to her, his behind wiggling provocatively. He lookedsurprisingly feminine. The heels were making marks in the carpet. Shewatched him vacuum backwards away from the table, carefully erasing themarks as he wiggled his shiny black panties.She. .. all because of me. I have to fix this but first I have to find Darcy.I ran out the back door. I started running into the woods before I even realize I was still naked. It had snowed a little last night so all I did was follow her tracks.My mind was racing as my cold wet bare feet pounded the soft snow. I tripped on a fallen branch, but I picked myself up, I didn’t bother to wipe the snow and dirt that clung to my arms and knees away.Our parent’s owned a lot of lands out here. I tried to. More

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