My tight black shirt was getting sweaty from moving all the boxes. I could not wait to get in the bathroom and masturbate thinking about my aunt. I ...ifted the last box and noticed my Mom pulling up behind me. She walked passed me and did not even say hello. By the time I closed the front door, I could hear my Mom and Aunt chatting away. I placed the last box in my old room and headed for the basement.I was so tired from lifting boxes, I laid on the couch and watched TV. My Mom ordered. I didn’t need to be told what “doing it” was. I’d been doing it for about a dozen years, typically a couple of times a night. Since I’d met my new girl she was the main performer in my masturbation fantasies when I wasn’t shagging her.I got onto the bed next to her in a kneeling position with my legs wide. It was one of my favourite masturbation positions. Spreading my legs wide pulled my muscles tight, I liked the heavy feel of my erect penis sticking out and the feel of my scrotum swinging. I’d known her all my life and I’d never really thought of her as a girl – especially since she was always dressed like one of the guys. She’d been really uncomfortable when her parents forced her to wear a dress to the first picnic. The mouths of all the guys in the class dropped when she’d said hello and we realized who it was. She looked absolutely fantastic – it highlighted her tiny waist and a nice size chest. Tricia, on the other hand, was always in dresses, as she had this afternoon,. "I started from Stockport at cock crow this morning." Mentioning a village about twenty miles distant."You've done well then, lad. Although walking that far in a day would be no hardship for someone like you. A soldier was you?" Aye, though marching with comrades makes the distance seem less than when marching on your own." So, why march all the way up from London to Manchester? You ain't been and gone and put some poor girl in the family way?"I shook my head violently. "No, I wouldn't do such.