<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home From Shopping <strong>Tags:</strong> Mommy, Auntie Margo </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><br/>Tennis had been hard today. Not because of the workout, which was fabulous, but because Mitch was out sick so I was stuck with Paul, who is probably pushing a hundred years old and has no sex appeal whatsoever! So it was only tennis today. Boooring! So I'd called mom and told her I was going to the mall for some shopping before I got home. I needed something to make up for the boring lesson!<br/><br/>I had intended to buy some new sheets but ended up finding some great deals and had filled up the trunk with the cutest outfits. As I pull into the drive, I notice the new car parked at the front and grin happily. After grabbing my bags, I head inside and drop them in the hall next to the smart, designer travel bag, then eagerly peer around as I slip off my tennis shoes and socks. It doesn't seem like anyone is inside, so I head towards the backyard.<br/><br/><strong>"Mom? Auntie Margo?"</strong>I call out, my little white tennis skirt bouncing on my perky little ass as I make my way outside. When I see my aunt, I give a little squeal of excitement and bounce over, wrapping her up in a tight hug.<br/><br/><strong>"Auntie Margo! It's so awesome to see you! I LOVE that dress!"</strong>