I pushed and half of my dick went inside and she screamed. Tears rolled down her eyes. I did not stop and again gave a push and this time I locked her...lips and I knew she would scream louder. She was out of breath because of my 7.5-inch dick.She dug her nails on my back. Now I stopped. Once she was okay with the pain I started stroking and the room was filled with her moans and the sound of my stroke. We were in missionary position. Her boobs and mangalsutra synced wid my stroke’s rhythm. She. Then I would do the other leg until I covered my butt by running my hands inside whatever material of the suit there was. I would put the oil on my arms working inward until I did my neck and abdomen and my breasts by running my hands inside my suit to cover each of them. One day an older man appeared with an offer to do my back and after a brief pause to consider it, I agreed. After that there was always a man ready to apply the oil to my back and I admit the feeling of their hands on me often. But if you don't start calling me 'Auntie Ginny'you're gonna get yourself in trouble. How many times do we have to goover this?" Another reprimand! Mom...er, 'Auntie Ginny', had thatexasperated tone in her voice. What did she expect? I'd only been herdaughter for twenty-four hours! A sixteen year old girl can onlyremember so much! Sheesh!Elizabeth, Angel, and I sat in the back seat and giggled uncontrollablythe whole way to Gloria's; giggling at my latest faux pas and gigglingat how. This unease encapsulated my workout, did she notice, did she care, was I in the wrong. I entered the steam room after my workout peeled off my sweat dripping top, shorts and boxers, before wrapping myself in a white towel and letting the steam take over my thoughts. I was enjoying the heat when the door opened ‘James, are you in there’ Beth said obviously incapable of seeing me through the steam. ‘Yeah, I’m here. Guessing you want me to let you out’ I said, trying to gauge whether or not Beth.