Lisa Lorraine Bishop-Sullivan sat across from Bill on her white leather loveseat, her deep tangerine skirt riding high on her long shapely tanned legs. Her full
breasts were straining at the thin material of her tight stretch top, her nipples plainly visible, hard, erect, shouting "touch me, Bill" mockingly across the
room.

Her tiny feet and ankles were framed in a beautiful pair of white stilettos with very thin straps around the ankles. Her face was radiant and lovely as always.
Yeah, OK, she was getting to be a pain in the ass for him, but what a darling pain she was!

She was in her mid-thirties and looked twenty-three; she was easily more sophisticated and beautiful than most of the woman Bill had seen in Playboy. Her dark chestnut hair lay shimmering against her satin smooth skin, contrasting richly with her new tan. In every way she exceeded mere excellence, in body, articulation, and brains.

Lisa was Bill's aunt, his mother's only sister. Sadly she was the most beautiful woman Bill had ever seen. Sad because Bill was required to attend to her needs
every weekend, per his mothers urging to help with mowing grass, painting that, moving this, "Would you please wash my car, William?" It had been that way
since his uncle had passed away three years ago. Of course she always helped with the chores, and therein lay the problem...

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