Us din m ghar gaya or muth maar kar so gaya.Do din ke baad uncle tour par chale gaye. Or us din m subah hi aunty ke ghar chala gaya or dekha ke aunty ...itchen m milk garam kar rahi h or maine ja kar aunty ko piche se pakad liya or apna lund unki gaand par rub karne laga aunty mujhe dekh kar khush ho gai or apni gaand mere lund par rub karne lagi. M aunty ke chuchiyo ko daba raha tha or aunty apna ek hath piche le ja kar mere lund ko dabane lagi.Maine apni jeans ki zip khol kar aunty ke hath m. “I can count up to eight, you know. Amanda and you, Rose and Megan ... Syl and I if she’s sweet to me ... or maybe Anna will be more fun, and Eve can take Syl. Would you like that better, Sylvia?”Then I got a flash of inspiration. One of those that comes at random from nowhere. Sylvia liked being played with, but it had been making her more and more unhappy. Maybe what she needed was a chance to see what it was like from the other end. At least it would make things interesting.“Ok, Sylvia”, I. There was a full moon that night and the woods were well illuminated. Suddenly I caught sight of someone moving straight towards the old tree. Had I been seen by a stranger? Apparently not, but as he walked directly underneath me I had the desire to open the bomb doors and pee on him but he was gone into the night. I think that he had been poaching from the lake which was well stocked with many varieties of fish.How could I tell my uncle the poacher and I were both doing things that we should. Our fingers didn't stop at the mirror but insteadrippled through the mirror and I was touching her nipple and she mine.The shock was mental electric. My minds so shocked I pulled my hand backquickly and began to perspire. Shaking I left the bathroom scared,excited and emotionally drained.Saturday morning I got up. I didn't even go to the bathroom. Instead Igot dressed and went out for the whole day. And although all I thoughtabout was what had happened the night before I stayed away from.