“It’s very rude to do that and not to say how attractive you think the woman is. Kevin, do you know what an Aunty is when she is not a relative?�... I didn’t. “Well, it’s an older woman that teaches a young man like you about sex. I know what girls your age are like, they won’t do this or don’t like that. Now, I’m an experienced mature woman who doesn’t mind sharing her experience with somebody younger.” I was dumbfounded I had expected a telling off, or even a warning from the boss, but not Mrs. This hand job felt overwhelmingly incredible, way better than any feeling I could create on my own. Being the first time ever with a guy the sensation was accompanied by thoughts of disbelief, wonder, amazement and satisfaction. I laid there silent and motionless as Ross continued stroking. Butterflies welled up in my gut as the tingling feeling built into a powerful, pulsing squirting orgasm.I reached over to return the favor. Ross helped me remove the pair of shorts he borrowed from me to. I had an old truck I had been repairing and went out to work on it. It was just about ready to be sold. I was hoping to sell it but it had a few minor repairs that if I fixed it would sell faster. I figured if I worked on the truck it would take my mind off of Sandy. I finished up on the truck and headed for work.It was the longest night of work for me. I wanted to get home so I would be there when Sandy called. I called the kids twice and asked if their mom called."Yeah, Dad, she did. She gave. I marveled at her muscle development, the smoothness of her skin, and the firmness of her butt. All that touching did have an effect on me -- which did not go unnoticed I'm sure. Instead of running upstairs as I had done before, I got up, cleaned off my hands and walked down to the pool and did about twenty laps.At dinner that evening, MaryAnn informed me that she had to leave early the following morning for a meeting in San Diego."You'll be on your own in the gym for the next couple days,.