.please...." it stuck in my throat, but it was the only way. I had already let myself be subjected to all kinds of humiliation. I wasn't going to let ...t slip away now. "Would you please fuck me while I go down on Miss Donna? Please?" Shit! I was kneeling before my best friend in my own living room, begging him to fuck me up the ass in front of nearly two dozen friends and strangers. I really had no shame left, did I?" Terry unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his jeans. I turned quickly. I moved both hands to near the place on the wall where her hands were, touched and crossed fingers, and started thrusting hard. She moaned loudly, nearly screaming. I kept on thrusting, penetrating her with force. And aunt Tania was very responsive to that. "Yes sweetie", "Oh yeah", "Come on, my boy", "Satisfy auntie", "My big little helper!" She exclaimed these short sentences, and a few more I don't remember, in the familiar mix of two languages. In between moans, she was eventually repeating. (In fact, even today I would sometimes masturbate in this manner like a sissy to relive my c***dhood. Dear reader, you could also try out this method and let me know how it felt in the comments.) Thus began my moments of solitude in underwear. A c***d's mind is easily influenced at that age and I began to relate solitude and underwear and pleasure.When I was 10 my sexual awakening started. I felt different and uncomfortable looking at girls in underwear or swimwear. When I went on a vacation. Eventually the scrub was gone and she lowered her hands into his costume. She took his hard dick into her hands and stroked it, up and down. She still could not get over how big it was, her hands could barely fit around it. It was one of the things she loved about him. He made her feel small, womanly, desirable, safe, feelings she had not felt for so long. He turned around and kissed her again. She brought her hands up to his chest. Completely enamoured with it. Loving the feel of the hair.