I played with his boy and became friend to him. Everything is fine. From that day, I often visit their house in holidays. I actually have an eye on Se...vi aunty from the day one itself. But I don’t know how to proceed further. I also have a disturbed mind, that this is a wrong thing. So the only thing I can do is, I use to masturbate thinking of Selvi aunty. But things changed tremendously, when days passed. I use to watch her secretly whenever I get a chance. That is whenever, uncle is not. Reaching the beach, I could see that of the twenty or so people who were there, all but a small handful had opted for no clothing. Some were relaxing on beach towels, some playing games and others taking a dip to cool off. Laying out my towel, I removed my shorts before reaching back to loosen the ties of my bikini. As it dropped to land on the towel I weighed up whether or not to lose the bottoms. Figuring everyone else had gone the full monty, I stepped out of my pants, letting them fall. "Honey, lets go over there" she suggested. "Sure" I said, still a bit in shock at her good fortune. As we got closer, I saw it was an adult bookstore and theater. Walking in, there were about twenty guys and a couple of women standing around looking at the pictures on the tapes and magazines. They all, and I mean all, stopped and looked at us when we came in. A couple of the guys had bulges from reading the magazines. Some of the guys were looking at gay items, some at the bi-sex things and the. Stick your head in a hole and get it whacked with a stick often enough, and you kind of get used to it. Getting the answering machine frustrated him, but he left a message, saying he would be around that evening and to give him a call, and then settled in with a glass of wine and a book he hadn’t had the chance to dip into. A friend called to ask about his trip and they ended up talking for more than an hour. A couple of minutes after they hung up, he was surprised by the doorbell. He opened.