She had said little while he spoke, only asking for a point of clarification here, or asking a question there. At other times she had simply repeated ...hat he had said, which somehow urged him to explain in further detail. The cunningness required to stay alive as a waif, served her without thought during his tale. She had heard men boast before. His Lordship boasted quite often when he was in his cups. But Stephan's tale had none of that quality about it. The telling excited him. She could see. I handed it back to her saying that I needed her soiled panties rather than fresh panties.Nobody ever knew about our relation. When we were with others she was aunty and I was like a son to her. We had sex in my house also. Whenever she had a chance she would take my tool and masturbate me in staircase and such other places, many a times we were just about caught but never caught. It was the beautiful period of my life. She was an expert in everything and taught me everything she could and I. "You're going to swallow water, dear," I told her, laughing."Rachel, you are the opposite of a slut," Joyce hissed at me."Things change," I told her. I was done with my shower, so I walked out to my locker, wiggling as I went. I noticed that practically everyone was looking at me, so I took out my bra, panties, skirt and shirt. I put on the shirt and skirt, then threw the bra and panties back into the locker, closed it, and walked out of the locker room. If people had been spreading rumors. She started moaning again and startedheaving her pussy as if possessed by some spirit. Her eyes were full of lustand her foot was trying hard to massage my hard cock. Suddenly, her heavingbecame fuller and my hands and tongue continued with their work, till the timeshe uttered a sexy aaahhaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh again. She went down in a heap. She had had a multiple orgasm. Herpussy was wet with her juices and I went close to smell them…..she held myhead and tried to push my lips to her pussy.