Adult Comment: WHITE BOY STOMP Walking into the apartment, the thick scent of candles hit my nose. It was different from the sweet scent of vanilla that was there before. I couldn't place it. But it did smell good. Aunt Kat walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Her dress rode up a bit and I caught a good glimpse of thigh. She caught me looking and straightened her dress. I smiled back at her. "That was fun", I said. "I can only imagine what those people must have thought." Aunt Kat looked up at me. "Why Carl! They were thinking, that you were going to take this old lady home and give her a wild time. And most of them wished that they could change places with both of us." I could feel my face flush. I could also feel a stirring in my pants. I turned away from aunt Kat and walked to the small bar. "Would you like another drink?" I didn't turn around to see her answer. I didn't want to let her see what I was thinking or feeling. I knew that I had a bulge in my pants. "No Carl. I fear if I have another drink, I may insist on that wild time, after all." Aunt Kat stood up and walked a bit unsteady to her room. I looked after her as the door softly closed
