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Our Story Begins:
Rita Conklin first became aware of sex and some of its sensuous overtones shortly after she was sent to live with her aunt and uncle at the age of twelve, after the unfortunate deaths of her parents in an automobile accident.
Aunt Bertha was a big woman with mammoth teats that punched arrogantly at the loose-fitting house dresses she always wore. The material hung down from her big milk pails almost like a maternity dress, hiding the contours of the rest of her figure. Rita often wondered about the rest of her aunt’s shape, was it equally as astounding as her gigantic breasts? She finally decided that it couldn’t be, else she would wear form-fitting frocks to show it off. No, she undoubtedly was obese, grotesque probably. Still there was always the possibility that she wasn’t, and it continued to intrigue her.
Aunt Bertha never bothered much with her face, never wearing any make-up, and tying her raven locks behind her head in a severe knot. However she was a considerate wife to her husband, Rafe, a balding giant of a man whose word was law in the household. They were poor farming people, and consequently there was little money for Rita to buy the penny candy she cherished so much. One day Rita’s aunt and uncle were in town, and she sat in the parlor, thinking about how good some penny candy would taste.
“There should be some loose change in one of their dresser drawers, if I just took a nickle or so they’d never miss it,” Rita thought. She was in their bedroom, rummaging through their dresser drawers, when to her horror she heard footsteps on the stairs, they had returned home. There was no time to——
