Auntie’s Saturday morning bath was a ritual that I will never forget. By this time (age 14) I was sleeping in Auntie’s bedroom (alone- it’s a long, dull story but Auntie was aware of my attraction to her panties and slips so she had more than an inkling of what would happen). After a while I began to look forward to these mornings and began planning little things such as arranging her drawer and putting my favorite panties and slip on top of her neatly folded piles so that Auntie would unintentionally model them for
