Aunt Christine
I was coming home in the summer of 1958 from a night out with my buddies. I was 16 and horny as a toad! I was a virgin and had a constant hard on. My parents were on vacation and my Aunt Christine was staying at the house to make sure that I didn't get into trouble. She was a surprising choice because she supposedly had a checkered past. She liked her booze and her men. We lived in a duplex so we always used the back door. As I walked past the living room window, movement caught my eye. ...