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“Are you sure, Romeo? I mean, I don’t mind meeting you while you’re sporting a massive woody, but some of my granddaughters get a little embarrassed. They don’t appreciate the beauty and naturalness of the male form like I do,” I hear behind me and cringe when I realize Aunt Emma has overheard our conversation.

“Latham, this spunky little spitfire is my Aunt Emma,” I say in way of reply, turning to face the petite old woman with an ornery grin.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Latham,” Emma says, pulling Latham down for a big hug. As she does her frail little hands, with the apparent strength of a clamp, reaches down and grabs his ass. Latham jumps in surprise, moving his body in a jerk, but unfortunately, all he does is proceed to thrust his hips forward.

Right into Emma.

He tries to pull back, but Emma seems to latch on with the speed and strength of an agile jungle cat. “Oh, very nice, indeed,” she says with a wide smile and a squeeze. After a few uncomfortable seconds (where Latham look like he’s going to vomit), she finally pulls back, a cat that ate the canary grin on her face. My aunt glances my way and whispers (very loudly), “Oh, you’re a lucky, lucky woman, Harper. Reminds me of my Lexi. Her Linkin’s ass is the finest I’ve ever had my hands on. It reminds me of your uncle’s when he was a frisky young man.”

“I…wow…thank you?” Yeah, it comes out a question.

Emma reaches over and pats my hand. “No, thank you.” Then she saunters away, heading straight to her husband. When she reaches him, she grabs his ass, right there in front of the family, our guests, and God.

“I’ve never had my ass fondled by a woman approaching ninety,” Latham deadpans, his eyes wide with shock.

I can’t stop the snort that slips from my mouth. “Let’s go meet everyone. I promise no one else will touch your butt,” I tell him, reaching for his hand as I pull him toward my cousins and their husbands.

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