I was still tucked into the panties, but my cock was straining against them. I was unexpectedly aroused, considering how nervous I also was. On top of...all the other confusing emotions I was experiencing, I was embarrassed by my erection. She seemed perfectly satisfied to examine me from behind instead."Well, the thigh high stockings you're wearing are fine, but those pink panties look like Target bargain bin." She wasn't wrong. "Let's find something a little more alluring. I'm glad you like. My aunty would come in the evening and ring the calling bell for me to open the door, if the door is locked from inside. So once I borrowed a porn CD from my friend and came to auntie’s place to watch it in the afternoon (since v did not have DVD player at home).It was a story between a young guy and a mature lady who seduces the boy into having hot sex with her. I was enjoying it fully naked, on the sofa. I had just finished my second masturbation, when I heard the calling bell. Aunty had come. However, Seara, the wifeof the village headman tended to look at Ina's charge as some sort ofanathema and a stain upon the village."You know what they do with pretty boys in the Capitol?" Seara lookeddown at Aislin with disdain."No but I'm sure you're going to tell us anyway." Clar the miller's wifecommented as she dropped off a small armful of wood. Looking at the boyfor a moment she realized it wasn't necessarily that he looked like oneof her nieces that made them uncomfortable, it was this. .. I could ... Maybe ... Wouldn’t ... I’d never...”I’d flummoxed her cognitive process with the invitation. I could tell part of her strongly wanted to come, she was really curious, and then she was being besieged with moral principles of the perceived masses.I teased further but laughed, “You have my contact information. You can let me know if you’re interested. Personally, I recommend it. You’d have fun, and I’d have fun being your mentor for the first couple of sessions.” I tried not to.