I felt some one is waking up me. I have just opened my eyes and wanted to see. I saw my aunt was just putting her legs on my stomach, thigh etc. It is...the normal practice for her. Most of the days she used to put her legs across my legs. I though it was yet another day. After sometime, I found that she was keeping her hand on my stomach. Both were wearing nighties. I used to wear the undergarments in the nights also. But aunty had the practice of wearing only bra and she would not wear panty in. She planted herself on the toilet, asking me to leave for a moment.I took the opportunity, to clean up a bit, and put on a change of underwear.“RICHARD!”I ran in saying, “Yes my beautiful, glorious, fabulous, and most stunning female relative?”“That’s much better, Richy-poo! Drop the boxers, I want to see you ‘Rise Again, ‘ while I do this, please?”She had scissors, shaving cream and a razor next to her as I got up, pulled off my boxers, and sat on the edge of the tub.My texting software. I've never been a fan of stale pretzels and greasy clam dip. The conversation was stale and greasy, too. Who were these people, anyhow? They were graying pot-bellied men and their wrinkling, desperately over-mascaraed wives. Certainly, they weren't anyone I had anything in common with any more... if I ever did.From across the room, someone was waving at me. She looked vaguely familiar. By golly, it was an older version of Marianne. She showed the ravages of repeated attempts at dieting, with. I was quickly up onto my knees and bent my upper body forward to have my shoulders resting on the bed as I felt you move behind and in between my open legs. A shiver ran through me as your hand came onto my hip and actually trembled again when I felt the head of your cock nestle itself at the entrance to my backside. No Cream, my mind shouted out! No cream! But it was too late as you began to push yourself into me and felt you expanding my ring and as much as I tried to relax, it was still.