Want to whip my aunt?

Начало книги

"Oh, yes, I think it's wonderful to see the young people enjoying themselves," Mirabelle Adams lied to her brother Manfred as she looked around the party room.

There had been no way out of her niece's birthday party. Her niece Eileen had even gotten onto the phone personally and begged her to come.

"Oh, Auntie Mirabelle," she had gushed, "the party wouldn't be right without you!"

The party was even worse than she'd expected. These young people were behaving disgustingly, rubbing up against each other while they danced, blatantly kissing and fondling each other. Eileen was dressed in an outfit that revealed every curve of her wonderful young figure and that slit in her skirt went almost as far as her stocking tops.

At least Eileen was wearing stockings for a formal occasion and not those horrible tights, Mirabelle thought, crossing her own long legs again. But, still, the behavior was outrageous, young people today just had no manners.

Читать дальше →