I kept on doing it for uncountable minutes. There was liquid coming out from it, my aunty was at the apex of excitement saying – “Bade dinon baad ...aj tune mazaa karwaa diya.”Then she said-“Lao ab tumhare kapre utaroon.” I just kept standing like an obedient child. She removed my t-shirt, then banyan and kissed on my chest passionately saying-“Tumhari chhati ab mardon wali ho gayee, ab isi tarah aunty to khush kiya karo”. Then she unbelted my jeans and removed it from my legs. She could she the. "Shit," I muttered, unsettled by how melodic my voice was becoming. Iknew that one's voice always seems higher and less resonant to someoneelse, but as high as mine sounded already, I was going to sound likeShirley Temple before much longer.Closer inspection showed me I still had my male equipment, but it wascertainly nothing to brag about. If I had gotten into "who's longer"contest with a six year old, I would have probably lost. I dropped myhand from my crotch as I heard the buzz of the. I never thought that home would sell, with a $2 million-dollar listing price,” I said.“That was the last listing Robbie got before all hell broke loose. He even got the seller to allow a 10 percent commission – that’s amazing. I wonder what he’s dealing for in prison?” Stan chuckled.“I never met this Robbie guy, what’s he look like?” Jennifer said.I got his picture from my phone and showed it to Jenn.“He’s going to be somebody’s girlfriend in prison,” Jennifer said, causing Stan and I to both. I'll be there." Just a minute or so later I was stood in the storeroom with the door ajar and looking out for her to come down the corridor. Then, there she was, as she approached I opened the door and she walked in. I closed the door, switched on the light, and she turned to face me, then I held up the panties and said, "Yours I believe, do you mind if I check?"She bent down and lifted her long dress up to her knees, "Not at all Mr. xxxx .... sorry Daddyjon .... please do." My hand went under.