Aunty went to the kitchen and this time brought juice for both of us. She bent forward again to show her assets. This time, instead of glass, I presse... her boobs. She was startled and the juice felt on her chudidar at the level of boobs. She stood up and started to be angry. She was giving me a piece of lecture and I was almost felt like screwed. She went inside the bathroom and started to wash herself.I thought to myself. This is a do or die situation. I went to Bathroom and it was not locked.. Now get on your feet." He stood automatically. "how do your buttocks feel after what I did to them last week?" she inquired. "OK," he muttered nervously. "How long did you have trouble sitting down?" she asked. "A few days," he replied. "How does your penis feel? Is it healed?" He blushed deeply and nodded silently. "I need to examine you to make sure you're healing up properly," she said matter-of-factly. "Drop your pants and underwear." Becoming totally alarmed now, he stuttered,. Anyway" Dave continued "the school principal asked me to go if I could. Seeing that I was released from my other commitment by the principal, my parents agreed I could go, particularly as the team was being billeted by families from Bathurst High School and the train fare wasn't going to cost very much."When we arrived at Bathurst Railway Station, we were met by our billets. My billet was a boy about 17 or 18, who was the Bathurst School captain. He introduced himself as Ben and then introduced. I toyed with him nipples seductively, hoping he’d be ready for more action before too long. He played with his soft dick while I touched myself. It was really hot to watch him touch himself. My pussy was already drenched, but now my clit was buzzing like an alarm clock in my head. I pulled off my shorts. Brent watched as I slipped a hand under my panties. He watched in fascination as I touched myself behind the white cotton barrier. His cock appeared to be hardening before my eyes, and his.