She was off balance and fell onto the bed; both tits flattening into my chest; my throbbing woody stabbing her in the tummy. I held her tightly by her...smooth semi firm ass cheeks. I made a feeble attempt at an apology while my hands roamed all over her butt.She tried to say this is wrong, but quickly warmed to my feeble aggressions. She kissed me again; this time her full moist lips were pressed to mine. God she was a good kisser. I could feel her lips massaging mine as she kissed me; my cock. " Belloc?" asked Henry."Hilaire Belloc wrote several books of cautionary tales. Like 'Henry King':The Chief Defect of Henry KingWas chewing little bits of String.At last he swallowed some which tiedItself in ugly Knots inside.Physicians of the Utmost FameWere called at once; but when they cameThey answered, as they took their Fees,''There is no Cure for this Disease.''Henry will very soon be dead.His Parents stood about his BedLamenting his Untimely Death,When Henry, with his Latest. It’s nothing compared to masturbation which you must be doing.Me: (I lied ) No, I don’t masturbate.Aunty: Are you normal? Do you get erections?I felt very embarrassed but said, “Yes, I do.”Aunty: I don’t believe you. Show me.She came close to me on the bed and tried touching my dick over my shorts. I was shocked and moved her hand away.Aunty: Don’t worry, I am like your mother. You don’t have to feel shy. I am concerned about you, and that’s why I need to see if you are fine. With all this. She just wanted the admiration of an equal. She wanted someone to understand every bit of the intricate strategy she’d used to overcome every trap, pick every lock, and walk away with the goods with not a soul the wiser. She didn’t want someone to just appreciate the fact, she wished someone would understand the process. Stares of vacant admiration meant nothing to Yelena. They’d just become another trap. And an inescapable one, it seemed. She refused to relent, to explain just how she’d done.