Actually my aunt’s house is quiet small, it is one bhk, and the bedroom is upstairs, so they all sleep in hall only, i was going to sleep upstairs, ...unt stopped me and told me to sleep there only, i changed my dress and lied myself on one side, her daughter was slept in middle of us, i watched tv till 11.30 and turned it off, i was not getting sleep, past incidents were running through ma mind, i looked at aunty she was in deep sleep, i thought to have sex with her, then again i felt what’s. "I know but it wasn't the same thing. I couldn't just go over to their places and hang out or go to our favorite mall and run into them."I nodded understanding only a fraction of what she had left behind. I had nothing to look forward to at that time but another year before leaving that small town and so many bad memories behind. What I didn't expect was to meet someone who would grow to mean so much to me."The very first time I heard your voice, all of that changed. You simply answered a. You talk a lot of junk, so well see what happens. Im leaving now. I hung up the phone and turned to my co-worker. Shed heard at least my end of the conversation, nothing too revealing, but she was well aware of what I was talking my way into. I asked her if she could handle things if I left, and she told me to go ahead and take care of my booty call. About thirty minutes later, we met a block from her house, beside an abandoned shipping warehouse, and I got into her car. She drove us to her. I just pointed to my head and my body. He almost asked another question but stopped. We never spoke of it again.My boyfriend, yes I have one, knows exactly what I do and accepts me for who and what I am. That is precisely why he is my boyfriend. It’s not for sex per se, because I have other cocks in me, on average, twice a day. But that is work. Feeling the hands on my body and the rubbing and squirting down there doesn’t meet my most important needs. I need loving sex from a man who is not.