“Hilda Mae Wilson! What in the world has gotten into you?” came the strident voice of her sister. “You let go of that boy right this instant!”...er usage of the word “boy” was not misunderstood by any of them present to mean “young man”.Hilda Mae turned her head, her hands still clamped firmly on Moses’ biceps.“This boy just saved my brother’s life, and I don’t give a damn if he’s a ... Negro!”“What do you think Daddy would say if he saw you right now?” asked Bernadette, clearly flustered.“I know. But sex was not forth coming. Keith’s wife was waiting for him in the driveway when he arrived. Her mother had been in an accident and broken her. Diana was going there for a few days to help out. “Call me if you need anything, cookies are on the table, I love you”, a kiss on the cheek and she was gone. Keith sat at the table eating a cookie letter in hand. He had expected his wife to be here, a protection against impropriety but that was gone. Visions of sweaty moaning bodies danced in. I want to do more on that bed of yours. I said, grabbing her hands and pulling her up.What are you saying, Re? We really need to shower first. She turned the shower on to its coldest and with a naughty smile, Piya ma’am gave me the best bath of my life. As cold water sprayed down hard on our naked bodies, she placed both her hands on my cock and rubbed it vigorously to make it hard again. She shut the shower off to grab a bottle of liquid soap and she poured it all over my body. I watched her. The outline of her very nice tits and sharp nipple, and her perfectly shaped thigh and soft creamy white skin invite attention. The men were clearly arroused as they make stolen glances on aunt D. Uncle told Aunt D to change clothes but she said the weather is too warm. I was watching aunt D in torture and she notices it. She smiles at me and our eyes met. I was 17 and horny, she was 29 and a teaser. She got me in the palm of her hands. Then Uncle's friend, a 40 yrs old rough faced truck driver.