My only living relative, an elderly aunt, lived five states east from me, in a small city in Montana.After the funerals, I had no choice but to go liv... with my aunt in the city of Abbotsville. She was a nice person, but we had nothing in common. She was seventy-six, a spinster, and a ‘reborn Christian.’ Her life revolved around religion and her church. With me at eighteen, and having no interest in religion, there was a ‘great divide.’My parents had small insurances policies. Their wills. I had never heard of that church but I had never heard of women missionaries wearing Daisy Dukes and halter tops in public before either. Jessica and Veronica explained too me that they were selling the cacti to raise money to support themselves and their missionary church in Houston. As it turned out, there were two more members in their group, two guys, Mike and Roman. Jessica, the leggy brunette, was as American as apple pie, but Veronica was straight from the UK and her English accent. I circled my tongue around her nipple, feeling it grow firm in my mouth. I swirled my tongue with more pressure now, still slowly. I reached up and cupped her other breast, feeling it's warmth. I took her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rubbing it between them, gently pulling on it then lightly pinching it. Both of her nipples were very aroused.Angie had been standing still, soaking up my attention to her breasts. She took a shuddering breath and stepped back a pace. She looked me deeply. I knew that I couldn't let anyone know I was watching porn. I decide to put on my headphones even though I knew I wouldn't be able to hear the doors open and that may get me caught. I knew that if I watch the time and got off by 5pm I would be in the clear. I started to jerk off even quickly as I was about to get a climax, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around with my cock still in my hand to see my mother standing behind me, I just thought shit, I had to put in my headphone instead of.