Foreword
"You like to play with your pretty little pussy," Aunt Bea said, "you love it, so you just keep on doing it now!"
"Auntie, please!" teen Loretta gasped. "I'm so ashamed!"
"You didn't show much shame when I caught you in the bathroom, shoving your fingers in your cunt!"
"Oh, Auntie "
"Do it! Or I'll tell your mother about your nasty habits!"
Gasping, sobbing, Loretta rubbed her pink-lipped teen slit with a trembling hand.
It was all just too awful, too humiliating to be borne!
She couldn't bear to look at big-boned, bosomy Aunt Bea's outraged face. Wracked with sobs, she squeezed teary eyes shut, turning her weeping head to the side of the bed.
Rustling sounds went on in the room, but Loretta was too involved with her own shame to pay any attention to them.
But it was the sound of Aunt Bea stripping, peeling off a faded dress, pulling off her bra to free a breathtaking pair of big fat tits.
And then, all pinkly naked with lustful gleaming eyes, Aunt Bea climbed into the bed of her sobbing nude little nymphet niece ...