I climbed into the bath and pressed the glass to the wall just above the tiles, hearing the toilet seat clink against the cistern. She took a seat on ...he bowl, then I heard something crystal clear that I'll never forget. She carried on masturbating on the toilet, let out a little cry of pleasure and I heard the same pee sound from earlier: two strong short bursts. I couldn't believe it: she had been coming all along but was a squirter and didn't want to mess the bed up! She panted loudly into. .. well it doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t understand it anyway; at Lancaster University. Maybe not the best uni in the UK, but I liked it.That first summer I missed the sailing week. I had graduate school to attend. Tony, Joanne and Sarah wrote often, and we met up at holidays. Sarah went to Oxford. Joanne took a year off. At first everyone thought it was just for a gap year.I got to go to the sailing week the next year. It was great fun! Truly. The sailing was great and I was now regarded as an. You hear him spit and you feel the slap of his saliva on your hole followed by the intrusion of his finger in your tight hole. There’s no discomfort given the combination of the spit and your own juice. You open your mouth and breathe out as the finger goes deeper into your ass, and I take the opportunity, now that I’m naked to push my cock into your mouth, past those painted cherry red lips. You think to yourself, “This is it, I’m being taken from both ends and I fucking love it” but it’s. Aunty was talking to me and asking me about various day to day things as she rinsed my hair. Then she started to soap my shoulders, back and indicated me to stretch my legs out so she could soap them.Aunty then told me to stand up so she could soap the rest of me. My dick was still soft and limp but started to harden as her hands touched my ball sack and penis. Aunty slowly pulled my skin back and made sure that the top of my dick was clean. And then she worked her hand to my ass and I could.