It was during my 12th-grade annual examination. It was a study holiday that day. I used to go to tuition for my difficult subjects. One day night afte... my maths tuition, I reached home. I heard an unusual voice in the kitchen. My mother was talking seriously to someone. It was my aunt. Our family is a far relation to hers. Though she is not my aunt, I use to call her so.First I should tell about her. Anandhi aunt is 36.She is a desi woman, Indian white. She is 1.63 meters in height. She must. I said not if she told the truth. She then reached down and grabbed my cock and said that it seemed like I really did like the idea. I told her "maybe I do." She said, "Well you always encouraged me to be slutty, and you'd like me to fuck someone else. I thought I was doing a good thing..." I then asked for the whole story.She met this guy who was a builder and got the hots for him. After talking several times, she invited him over to our house to give her an estimate on upgrading the master. " What about those shoulder holsters that I found with those small pistols? We could wear those under light jackets? And we could rig scabbards for the rifles and shotguns in the wagons that are out of sight but easy to grab at," said Shaylee warming to her ideas."Well ... Yes ... We could do that." And we can travel at night until we're clear of this area. There will be plenty of moonlight, for a week or so. Then, once we're far enough away, we could sell all this stuff and take a train to. Then there was all that discussion about condoms and when does she pull down her panties to let the boy do his thing. I actually found it so exciting that I had my hand inside my panties before I even got halfway through it and it slowed me down a little bit because I wanted to go over some passages again to make certain I didn’t miss anything.My next story was about a county girl that was fixated on milking cows and she graduated to high school seniors taking on two at a time to show she could.