They unloaded it all, and the guy drove off. Then since she knew that your dad was gonna be coming in that night and might need the hangar, she moved ...t all inside, but out of the way right at the back, behind the oil drums for the heater in the winter. Well she had a couple of days off from the café to work on this, so she just went to my house and stayed in the spare room that night since it wouldn’t be that far to walk to get started in the morning. Your dad came home that night and he. "Swallow it all," she said. "Now I'llgive you a little treat." She knelt down in front of me. I felt herfingers drawing back my foreskin. Then I realised she was cleaning theend of my cock with her mouth. But my cock stayed small and shrivelledafter the ball-draining climax I had just experienced. She pulled myknickers back up and stood up. "Poor Dee," she said. "You lookexhausted." She gave me a hug and I was very conscious of her breastspressing against my body."Oh, I almost forgot," she. Peter wasn’t merely stroking; he had a refined technique to it. He would alternate slight strokes with gently rubbing the tip of William’s glans. It took the younger boy a considerable amount of willpower not to squirm and moan. William’s penis already hardened to its three and a half inches in less than a minute, but Peter continued stimulating William’s sensitive boyhood for a few more seconds. The teen’s hands lingered on William’s dick, as if reluctant to part from it; almost as if Peter. From that day, Aunty used to call me one or more times a day for every little work. By now, we were very comfortable in each other’s company. One morning Aunty called me up:Aunty: Hello sahilMe: Hello AuntyAunty: Sahil, Can u please do me a favourMe: Yes Aunty! Whats the matter?Aunty: I need your shaving machineMe: okay Aunty! But why do you need it?Aunty: I can’t tell you on phone! Come at my placeMe: Sure AuntyI headed to her home with my shaving machine. I knocked their door and Aunty opened.