“Sorry,” was all that I managed to say.“It doesn’t matter,” my aunt said, while she licked my sperm from her lips with her tongue, “you co...e quickly at your age. But you can still come quite a lot of times tonight.”“Come,” my aunt said and she dropped her nightgown on the floor, in doing so showing me her mature body in its full glory, “it’s about time you got to know the female body.” She sat back down on the couch, completely naked, and spread her legs. In a sultry voice she said to me, “go. Is that OK with you?”Danny said it would be OK but he couldn’t help noticing how flat Peter’s mood had become. He knew it couldn’t be anything too serious. He would have heard about it, surely! Maybe Peter and Becky were having problems after all. Were they splitting up? Could Becky be pregnant? Did Peter have some terminal illness that Danny was being shielded from? All these questions were dismissed from Danny’s mind as just stupid. Whatever it was it wasn’t going to be too serious. They. Coffee or tea but in the mean time as she did not notice that I was right behind her we both collided/hugged each other accidentally and I placed my hand on her hip to prevent her from falling and the other was on her breast. It was very soft, tender, smooth and I said the same to her and she had given a naughty smile.Her heart was beating at a very high pace at that time. Moments later when she started heating up the milk, I took the courage of caressing her from behind and she said the word. On our bed, my sleep hunting is fruitless. I have to count entire legions of sleep-walking sheep. I’m travelling over motionless miles when I wave under our sheets in order to find some kind of peace. But it’s useless: I’m suffocating.Against you, my dear, my eyes are wide open. I’m contemplating your unreal curves drawn by the shadows of the moonlight; I’m surveying the regular motion of your breath; I’m spying your most subtle reactions when I try to touch you.What can I do? I’m listening to.