Chapter 263

• What!? What the fuck did ‘all in good time’ mean?
• We worked in silence for a couple of minutes, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could escape. But she wasn’t done yet, and the problem was, I’m taller than her, and I couldn’t avoid the view down her cleavage. Her rubbing motions as she washed the plates, round and round, made those enormous tits jiggle and sway, and it might have been my imagination, but was her top a little more revealing than usual?
• Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an erection as aunt May’s tits continued to jiggle and sway in my peripheral vision. I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry plate in my hand.