I had taken a bath and eaten a light dinner in the kitchen and wearing my bathrobe. I sat down to watch TV before going to bed. As I reached for the r...mote, the doorbell rang and I called out, “Come in, it’s open.”Since I was not expecting anyone, I was surprised to see Asha Aunty, the hot, voluopotus woman with black eyes and long black hair who lived on my floor and whose smile never failed to start my pulse racing and my cock rising. She was around 45 years and married to a businessman who. Vera would be humiliated if anyone found out she had allowed a junior high school kid to fuck her. Also, I didn't think I could take the teasing from my peers. During our bullshit sessions about girls my buddies and I had assured each other that our pricks would be better cut off rather than face the prospect of sticking it into someone like Vera. Vera kept me supplied with condoms and the only condition was that I had to tell her about Hannah and me. I kept the secret about my mom away from. We both took that as ajoke, but I was ready to make it a reality.I knew what a serious step I was taking, and how easily it could turninto a misstep. Several times over the years I had been convinced thatvarious girls were in love with me, only to be rejected at date-askingtime. I wasn't so sure that I was a good judge of signals. It might bethe same with Tim. Maybe I had read him completely wrong, and he was justbeing extra friendly to an older guy who had a car. That was entirelypossible, and. This new person didn’t seem unfriendly, but her little doggy brain couldn’t quite be sure - better to stay and watch. She was relieved when Lauren came around, a smile on her face, and she ran off after Holly.“Good morning. Would you like some breakfast?” She motioned for Peter to enter the house, then closed the door behind him as he stepped inside. Peter leaned forward to kiss her, but Lauren quickly turned her head aside, so that his lips swept across her cheek. “Careful, Peter, please.”She.