” “Thank you,” I smiled and shuffled along the sofa to make myself comfortable.“Huh, huh, huh,” the old man laughed, “Ah see’s that y...u dressed nice for Hank.” Confused I looked down to see what he was talking about. “Oh…my...GOD!” I gasped when I realised that my skirt had ridden up my left leg exposing my stocking top and suspender clasp! I quickly tugged the skirt back into place but Hank was now leaning forward with both of his big hands clutching the diamond encrusted top of his. I LOVE Dan. I love being loved by Dan and I love having friends and laughing and talking and listening to music and enjoying food and flying, but sometimes I can close my eyes and replay some of those math ideas, too. I don't know if other people do that. How do you ask somebody about that?Mister Jim and I did a lot of talking over the next couple of weeks with people at Auburn. We even Skyped with some of them. I spent an hour with a man from the mathematics department. He kept asking me. He pulled out and shot more stuff over my lips. I felt my own ecstasy with every spurt from my penis. The creamy stuff shot straight up into the air, and landed on my chest. I kept thinking of Aunt Marie’s bare thigh squeezing my prick, her pubic hair, her naked breasts; I realized that my arousal was because I was thinking of her sexually.As he went on about how he had popped my cherry, I could not tell him that what actually made me climax was thinking of my aunt knowing about it, even being. " You can talk to me," I assure her."Will you promise not to tell anyone?"I think for a moment, then say "I can't say I'll promise without knowing what you're going to say. But I won't talk about what you tell me without your permission unless it's really important, and then I'll tell you what I think should be done and try to get you to agree."She thinks about that for a while. Then she sighs."Well, what I need to talk to someone about is my boyfriend, Jimmy. He's sixteen, and... he's older.