I stepped back, startled by the violence of the impact. She spit to my feet and shouted:“Who told you that you, a GUY, could just walk into Tisdale...High without permission?”“I...I didn’t know…well...I couldn’t…” I attempted to blurt out before she slapped me again, with even more violence. “Shut up! You have no excuse!” She paused, eyeing me, like a customer deciding whether or not to buy a certain object. “Well...now that that has been taken care of…”Fast as lightning, she moved forward. They seemed to respect my firm "NO!" when they went to touch me, and they sat back and decided to continue to enjoy my performance.Convinced that they were harmless, I relaxed, and gave them a fantastic show: I slid down on the couch, opened my legs, and teasingly slid my silver thong down my legs until I held it up and twirled it around my index finger. I delighted in the looks on their faces, as I held my thong close to my face and breathed in my musky scent, all the while finger fucking. Wow! Even when I read this again I get a hard on. Let me tell you more about aunty and me. It has been two months since I started taking the testosterone and herbal meds. The last check up a month ago with Doctor Sara went well even though I attended on my own. This morning aunty reminded me that my appointment for 2nd check-up was after school and I should not forget to attend. I asked aunty that I wanted her to accompany me as I was feeling shy when doctor Sara examined me and that I did not. “The snacks on the table look yummy too,” she said as she giggled.She introduced me to her friend as I passed them sticks I had sharpened to a point so they could impale their marshmallows. Out of habit, I looked at her friend's hands and noticed she was wearing a wedding ring. As I said, it is a habit and it was not my intent to see if she were single so I could try to hook up with her at a later time.She too was curvy and did not look as if she were starving herself to try and appease those.