Sperm, humors and underwear

It was summer, it was hot and my aunt was dressed in light smocks and simple, short dressing gowns; in my opinion and even today, I believe I can say that, unlike when my uncle was at home, her movements were looser and her buttons were less buttoned. She bent over often, she busied herself without caring how much of herself she showed in her various movements and, finally, she always sat with her legs open enough to allow me to see her tender thighs and, in the humid half-light, the brightness of her silk panties. From that day on, we began a mysterious relationship, always silent, without ever touching, yet for me fantastic and overflowing with new pleasures.