I’ve always known how sensitive my breasts were but my boyfriends had barely given them any attention and nothing like this. I was aware of my buil...ing arousal, my moans growing louder, that familiar tingle in my lower stomach and the ever increasing wetness between my thighs. Then it stopped, there was nothing. I briefly felt like crying before Julie’s tongue hit my lips. Her tongue parted my sodden lips like a rapier, in and out, in and out, her hot breath hit my mound, her nose nudged my. I remember her giggling a lot as sheparted my hair and tied the ribbons in.I decided to join the others and started walking down the hallway tothe kitchen. Just before I got to the doorway, I heard my Mom tellingAunt Brenda about my recent bed wetting episode. "What? He's sixteenyears old for crying out loud! Geeze, he must get that from your old hubby's side. Out of all four girls growing up, none of us were bedwetters! Too bad he's not a little girl!" Aunt Brenda exclaimed indisgust. "Oh but. Seema- chalo girls ise aaj andar bahar se poora ladki banate hai (lets make him total girl from inside to outside).So they started to undress me removing my shirt and pant and vest. Now I was only in my underwear. All girl gigling while seeing at my parts.Finally sonia said girls here what he has different form us and pulled my underwear. My dick was dying small due to shame. But girls seem to enjoy it. They grabbed it and started to stoke it. Sikha said she was seeing a cock for the first. I promised that I will be there that night and carried on. That whole day I kept on thinking about her, I was thinking a lot about her and later I met her in the night to which she shook hand with me. Her hands were very soft and I had an instant hard on by her touch. That evening I saw her speaking angrily to someone on call. Later she headed to terrace. I followed her there and I saw her standing thinking something. I just went to her and asked if everything was ok. She said everything is.