Chapter 1865
Richard, looking confused, asked, "Why's that a shame? What's wrong with getting married?"
Bob, with a mischievous grin, replied, "Well, if she wasn't married, I might've had a shot! If I could win over your aunt, I'd be your uncle."
"Ugh! You're talking nonsense," Richard said, annoyed. "You think you can win over my aunt? Keep dreaming."
Bob, unfazed, continued, "No need to get all worked up. Your aunt's already married, so I'm just joking. But seriously, if she weren't married, who do you think could marry her? Someone like the principal, right?"
To these two elementary school kids, the principal was the most impressive and powerful man they could think of, capable of marrying the prettiest woman.
"The principal? Please," Richard scoffed. "He wouldn't even be worthy to shine my aunt's shoes. I'm warning you, don't even think about my aunt, or we're gonna have a problem."
"Alright, alright. Calm down," Bob chuckled. "Richard, do you have a crush on your aunt?"
Richard's face turned bright red, and he quickly shook his head. Bob said, "It's okay to like her. I actually have a crush on one of my cousins. She's really pretty, though not as busty as your aunt. Too bad she's married now and had a kid last year. I even peeked at her breastfeeding. Her breasts are so white; it got me all excited."
"You're such a perv, peeking at your cousin," Richard said with disdain, though he knew he wasn't much better himself.
"So what? She didn't mind. I bet you've peeked at your aunt, too," Bob said with a grin. "Your aunt has such a great figure—tall, long legs, and big breasts. I'm jealous you get to see her every day. I only get to see my cousin during holidays and barely talk to her."
"Bob, do you really like your cousin?" Richard couldn't help but ask. Bob's confession had made him less cautious, as having a crush on his aunt was something he couldn't let others know.
"Of course. We've known each other since we were kids and even shared a bed," Bob said nostalgically. "My cousin is really nice to me, always saving a portion of everything for me. Do you think she likes me, too? Why else would she not avoid me when breastfeeding?"
"I don't know, maybe," Richard shrugged. He was just a kid and only understood women by their looks and figures, not their emotions. "Married women seem more casual about this stuff. You can look but frustrating touch."
"That's true. Every time I watch, I get so hard and then go home to jerk off," Bob said, lowering his voice and glancing at Audrey nearby. "Hey, I have a secret for you. The girl at the front desk of the pool hall in town can help you jerk off for twenty bucks."
"Really?" Richard was shocked. He couldn't believe a woman would do such a thing. His innocent mind was greatly disturbed.
"It's true. I've had her service before," Bob said proudly. "She only charged me ten bucks since I'm a student. She took me to the women's restroom, had me pull down my pants, and used her hand to stroke me. It felt way better than doing it myself, and I came quickly. If you can't hold it in, you should try it. Just tell her I sent you for a discount."
"Hmph, I'm not going," Richard said dismissively, though he was intrigued. Since discovering masturbation, he'd always done it himself. Bob seemed to have enjoyed it, so maybe he should try it. But what if someone found out?
Just then, Audrey walked over, seeing that they hadn't caught any fish. She smiled, "You two are too busy chatting to catch any fish."
Bob grinned, "Audrey, why don't you give it a try? It's fun."
Richard protested, "Hey, don't call my aunt by her name. Do you think you're older than me?"
Bob sighed, "What should I call her then? She's young, so it's no problem."
Audrey watched the two boys bicker and smiled helplessly. "Alright, I'll try to catch some fish." Seeing the clear water and small fish swimming, she couldn't resist. She took off her shoes and socks and stepped into the water to catch fish. But the fish were too quick, darting into the rocks and disappearing.
Bob and Richard took the opportunity to ogle Audrey's legs. As she bent over to catch fish, her round bottom swayed, revealing glimpses of her private area, making the boys feel hot and bothered.
Richard quickly crossed his legs, noticing Bob's pants tented and eyes fixed on Audrey's bottom. He glared at Bob and whispered, "Dude, stop staring!"
Audrey couldn't catch any fish and decided to get out of the water. She stepped on a slippery stone and almost fell. Bob quickly stood up to help, but Audrey's 5'7" frame toppled over him, knocking him down.
He felt her soft, large breasts smothering his face, making it hard to breathe. Instinctively, he tried to push her off, but his hands couldn't grasp her ample breasts, which were squished and deformed under his fingers.
Seeing Bob groping Audrey's breasts, Richard was furious and rushed to pull her up. But he was too small and weak to move her, causing Audrey and Bob to rub against each other, her breasts pressing against his face.
Finally, Audrey managed to get up, worried she might have hurt Bob. She quickly helped him up and asked, "Bob, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Audrey," Bob said, keeping his head down. His pants were now wet; the sensation of Audrey's breasts had made him ejaculate.
Richard was frustrated. Audrey's perfect breasts should be his to enjoy, but Bob had just groped them. However, it wasn't Bob's fault since Audrey had slipped.
Soon, Bob lost interest in fishing, and the three parted ways. Richard held Audrey's hand as they walked home, spotting Yale smoking at the gate.
Damn, this guy was like a bad penny. Richard was furious. Audrey recognized Yale and asked, "Yale, why are you here?"
Yale leered at Audrey, his eyes fixated on her cleavage. "Ms. Johnson, I'm here to see you. I heard you teach literature, and I want to write a novel, but I need help."
"I don't write novels," Audrey said coldly, sensing Yale's bad intentions. "Sorry, Yale, I have things to do. Please move."
"Ms. Johnson, we'll be seeing each other often. Can't you give me a little face?" Yale's expression turned sinister.
Richard quickly stepped in front of Audrey, warning, "Yale, don't mess around, or I'll call the police."
"Haha, I go to the police station every day. The sheriff even buys me drinks," Yale sneered at Richard's threat, then turned to Audrey. "Ms. Johnson, give me a break."
Audrey was angry but knew she couldn't provoke this thug. She could leave town, but Peter's family was here. If she angered Yale, he might retaliate. She took a deep breath and said, "Fine, come in."
Yale smiled triumphantly and followed Audrey into the yard. "Ms. Johnson, this is better. Help me with my novel, and I'll make it worth your while."
Inside the living room, Yale noticed no one was home. He turned to Richard and said, "Richard, I need to talk to your aunt. Go play outside. Here, twenty bucks." He handed Richard a twenty-dollar bill.
Richard was worried Yale might harm Audrey, but reluctantly took the money and left. He figured Yale wouldn't dare do anything drastic in broad daylight, just maybe some inappropriate comments. He walked out, thinking about Bob's story, and headed to the pool hall.
The pool hall was at the corner of a two-story building. Richard often came here to play pool, but today he had other intentions. Inside, he saw a middle-aged woman at the front desk instead of the girl Bob mentioned. Disappointed, he played pool absentmindedly, wondering about Audrey and Yale.
Back at Audrey's parents' house, Audrey said coldly, "Yale, ask your questions. I'll help as much as I can."
"Ms. Johnson, you're so kind. You're beautiful and have a great figure. Whoever marries you is lucky," Yale said, moving closer and inhaling her scent, his eyes fixed on her chest. "Ms. Johnson, your breasts are huge, 36E, right? Did your husband make them bigger? They must feel amazing to touch. Your husband is a lucky man."
Audrey's face darkened at Yale's crude comments. She stepped back and said, "Yale, are you here to learn or not?"
"Of course," Yale grinned. "Ms. Johnson, let's talk in your bedroom. It's more private."
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