So while dancing a romantic song was played. So she told me to keep my hand on her hip and dance. I never denied her words. I immediately kept my hand...on her hip and just below her boobs and danced. I made some steps like lifting her, hugging her, getting my chances to make her boobs crush over me.That was great and it went with fun because many were dancing and no one bothered to notice my actions. But she is not the heroine of the story. The main heroine is another aunt. While leaving she was. Just this shy wee virgin. I was 18 years old and I wanted to be a punk. I wanted to be a punk and I wanted to get laid. Everyone I knew claimed to have been living the carnal life for at least the past two years. My best friend Janice – this kooky black girl with spiked hair and a delicate little stud in her nose (years before this was fashionable) – said she did it when she was 14. My only vaguely sexual experience so far had been a quick snog with Bethny Dochertys over-weight brother Gary.. She slowly gyrates her hips back in forth as she dumps the last bit of cum inside me. Her cock slowly goes soft. I’m exhausted and desperately trying to catch my breath. She plants a few more kisses on the back of my neck as she interlocks her fingers with mine. “I want you to stay with me! I promise I’ll take good care of you!” she whispers in my ear. “Just please don’t leave.” I lean back and turn my head towards her. Our eyes connect as she looks down at me. “I’ve never experienced anything. It wouldn't be fair to Zoe, and it really wouldn't be fair to you. You deserve to be with someone who really cares about you, and wants to be with you. I can't use you like this."She pushed me back down and rubbed a hand across my chest."Man, you are so sweet. A girl could really fall for you. First of all, Zoe knows what is happening. Hell, it was her plan. Second of all, I have been with a lot of boys who could care less about what I wanted. In fact, I can see you care for me more than almost.