" Oh that," I said, hoping that my last moments with my aunt weren't goingto be an argument."Why did you wait so long to tell me?"The question took me...off guard. I was expecting a different track, onethat perhaps I have heard before. I was expecting the bits about me beinga wrestler or the question if maybe I were gay. "It's not something thatreadily comes up in conversation."My aunt smiled once again. "Part of me suspected it when you werelittle." Why didn't you say something?" It's not. I closed my eyes and started stroking and must have been going for a good 5 minutes before i heard voice. It was a man who looked to be in his early fifties with a walking stick, clearly just out for a walk he'd come down the footpath at the perfect angle to see me, naked and masturbating."Hello there" He shouted. "Don't stop on my account" I realised i had taken my hand off my cock and was staring at the floor, i raised my hand and started stroking myself again while he walked over to me. He. As it drew close to my turn again I wondered with a little flutter of excitement whether to answer 'dare' again or not, there was a risk that one of the boys would dare me to kiss Ted and although kissing was nothing major there was a wickedness about the thought of kissing my own son that made me answer 'dare'. This time Ted jumped in and got me to kiss both Paul and Mark again, I did and eagerly, but I felt a little let down that it was not his lips I had mine to. Growing more flushed and. I sniffed and snorted at her delicious arsehole; the last few seconds before her command were exquisite agony.“Lick my arse!” The women cooed as I immediately extended my tongue and tasted the rich tang of an utterly dominant woman’s anus for the first time; I lovingly lapped at the soft puckers, as she softly stroked her moist pussy, my nose now entreated to her sweet arousal as my tongue sampled the savoury elements of her femininity. My cock pulsed on the sheets as the other women softly.