C tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up again. “That was certainly a hot way to finish,” he said. “I didn’t want to feel like I wa... leaking for the next couple of hours,” she answered, “And I like the way you taste. It’s a win-win.” “I’m sorry that you didn’t uh… cum,” he said, a bit awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to cum so quickly.” She put her jacket on, and they headed to the door. “It’s all right,” she told him. “We had to be fast, and besides, there’s always the second half.” She. Conversation starters are my problem, once I get talking to a girl I'm fine, its just the initial few words that elude me and send nervous energy through my body. Claire is my little sister, when she was 16 she could pass easily for 18 or 19, which came in very handy for her when she wanted to go clubbing too. I was nevery particularly close to Claire, she had her friends and I had mine, never the two shall meet according to Claires rules. I had hoped to myself that once Claire was older her. The objective of the exercise was that I should concentrate and fantasise about what she would do to me and wank my cock once I got the inevitable erection; the catch was that I should wank it as long as possible but with the strict instruction that I was not to have an orgasm. At the point where I felt I was about to cum my instruction was to stop, bow my head to the floor and pray for my Mistresses for help me in making me obedient. I had to repeat this three times and keep a note in my diary. We became good friends and I didn’t have any bad ideas. I used to visit her regularly helping her in her works and playing with her daughter.One day I was playing with Shikha (her daughter) in their home. I wanted to pee and I thought aunt was in the kitchen. So I hurried to attach toilet. I lifted my lungi and took out my penis from underware. Aunt was inside and dint lock, as I entered she was embarrassed as I and we both exchanged a quick look of inner parts. She completely looked my raised.