Aunt Sharon

I was recording anyway, but to see it happen live, knowing she was just through the wall behind the computer was something else. Sharon wandered round the room, looking at the girl's makeup and cheap bling on the two cupboards. Nosily she opened the wardrobes and put back some of the stuff that fell out, then she gathered up her underwear, that I had sniffed and fondled last night, plus a towel and left the room.

To be continued