I still saw myself as a skinny k**. Sure I was growing some light brown pubic fuzz and had a perpetual hard on but I didn’t really see any differenc... in myself. But her words were nice. I listened while she talked even when we did the few dishes together. She gave me one new rule now that I was grown up; call me Doreen, not Aunty. Clad only in hats and boots she took me around the property to bring me up to date with her projects. Beyond the small back lawn she had a large vegetable garden. You'll see, things are about to get a whole lot better." She then came a second time and a third as he worked his tool of wonders into her again and again, so deep it felt as if he would get his beautiful and massive balls inside as well. But she loved every second of it and came each time harder than the next. But just as she thought their moment of shower passion was coming to a close and he released his massive load, feeling his cock pumping so heavily into her dark soakingness. He carefully. Absolutely stunning. I dribble oil on her chest between her breasts, all the way down to her belly button. She stares into my eyes, anticipating my touch upon her body. Only this time making eye contact with me, allowing me to see how much she desires me. Slowly I begin the process of spreading the oil around her body. Purposefully avoiding her breasts, I gently brush the oil all over her chest, her abs, all the way down to her pubic mound. I start by applying gently pressure pulses to the top. He nodded then looked towards the lounge door as the doorbell rang, when I got to the door it was to find Paul, his mother who was dressed the same as myself in a wrap-over dress, Ian and Adam there. I showed them through to the lounge and had barely got them settled when the doorbell went again. Over the next five minutes all the boys arrived and once they were all assembled Victor ran through the plan one last time. Shortly before midday the boys went to the clubroom leaving Helen and myself.