.."Art was shaking his head. "I can't let you clean up our snowmobiles. No way will I allow..." Direct orders from the boss," Arlene broke in with a l...ugh. "Mom says to get you inside and cleaned up for a nice supper." But..." We know what to do. We've all done this tons of times. Now hurry before Mom gets pissed and sends someone out to check on us."Suddenly, Arlene hugged Art, her mouth coming close to his ear. "Just make her happy. She deserves it. We're all trying to help." Stepping back a. Finally she pulled out a large white shirt with what appeared to be the face of Bob Marley on the front of it. I thought it might be a bit odd to be fondling his face as I rubbed my new toy but at the same time I really didn’t give a shit. She struggled to get shirt over the belly and I briefly considered helping but ultimately decided to just stand back and enjoy the show. Everything she did turned me on and I knew that if I got too close I would lose control again. I wanted to savor. We returned to her kitchen and sat down for a cup of tea and I came to a deal with Aunty Barbara. I would help with the garden and decorating around the place in return for a smaller rent. Of course I jumped at it and arranged to move in at the weekend. My parents didn’t like this and stated that they would not be visiting me whilst I was living there, that was fine with me.The weeks went by and I got the garden under control and did the annexe up. Life was great!I got on so well with Aunty. Everything within me, nerves, blood, anxiety, tension, pressure, thoughts, was focused on the base of my cock. I needed some release or I was going to pass out. Sarah never stopped; her slow stroking and light touch was causing cum to flow out in gobs and streams. There were little orgasms, but still no release. There were words; I think they were words. I begged to cum; I think I begged to cum. I pleaded; I think I pleaded. Sarah said nothing. Suddenly, everything released at once and I.