I turned and moved my face towards her. Whatever I had heard from my seniors, tried to recollect that and mounted on her. My penis was now pressed on ...op of her soft cunt mound. Before I could do anything, aunty moved her hand down and directed its hard tip on the opening of her vagina. I exerted a little pressure by downward movement of my hips, when it smoothly glided inside her tight hole just like a hot knife enters in butter . Her slippery and smooth cunt walls and inner vagina lips. One time when I was 16, I woke up with "morning wood". My mother opened the door to roust me out of bed for school. She saw the tent in the sheet and said "If you have to pee, go do it and get dressed." Kind of makes you wonder how they had me......I did not socialize much outside of my nerd buddies. One day we got a new guy working for us who transferred from out of state, and after 2 weeks he got settled in and posted a notice of him throwing a party at his place. I decided to go there. The. I heard it again. This time it sounded like somebody trying to cry quietly. There was no one else in the kitchen. The back door was firmly bolted, but there was another door, perhaps to the pantry. I flung it open. Curled up in a heap on the floor was a young woman dressed in a ball-like purple costume. ‘Hello,’ I said, rather too brightly, ‘why are you hiding in the pantry?’ She jumped up and flung herself at me. She started sobbing loudly against my shoulder. I held her, stroking her bare. They know me a jovial easy going guy able express his feelings openly. Though I was, I never seemed desperate to friends and girls I met there. For sure they did fall for my romantic and flirtatious behavior which was shocking to me even.Slowly I had good bunch of friend’s gang (guy and girls). Hugging and holding in arms was common thing here (new to some). I started feeling boobs now and then. This was all feeling nice. Girls specially need some support and they start looking for a guy who.