” He thought for a while and told me “Well, if you want to see how sex is done I have an idea.” “What?” I asked.I will do it with your aunt ...ut you will have to do what I say and help me.” Sometimes, Bhaiya used to ask me about my aunt – whether I have ever seen her pussy or her boobs? How did it look? He wished he could see her nude, etc.I was scared a bit when aunt was involved in our sex discussion. He assured me there won’t be any problem if I did exactly what he said. I agreed.Within few. I didn't go to town and got roaring drunk or go out with the women. I worked my shot, and afterwards, when I was resting in my cabin I was always reading technical stuff incomprehensible to most of them.I never went to my parent's home again; I went to the ranch in Idaho to see my maternal grandparents and remember better times occasionally, and when I wanted to see my father I usually took a plane and went to see him at the University. We would spend the day together, and we talked about our. He started slamming my body even harder and then pinned me down as I felt that monster spurting and pulsing all through me. He even gave me a few more thrust to make sure every string was going into the intended place.We were lying there together on his bed and I was exhausted. I was breathing as if I had just ran a mile. I was sweating and my muscles felt on fire. I had gone through two huge orgasms and had loved it. I was enjoying the small amount of time relaxing as I felt Marcus roll to the. Self denial has always been my route. Therefore I began making excuses as to why he wasn’t around anymore, when in angered truth I didn’t know myself. The lies were comforting, but even I knew they wouldn’t restrain the agony running ramped through my veins, like a hurricane just below the surface. The world and I have never come to an agreement, it kept spinning when I had long since been thrown off. Regardless of my rough exterior, a friend came through. Offering the stone cold theory that.