The first secondary school I attended was John Smith’s Grammar School in Hartlepool. The move from London to Hartlepool, which is situated at the mo...th of the River Tees in what was then County Durham but is now Teesside, was something of a culture shock for both me and my new schoolmates. However, the young are very adaptable and it wasn’t long before my ears became attuned to their regional, sub-Geordie, accent and they became accustomed to my Estuary English, which they erroneously described. As the adults left the room, Brit sat down in the chair that Allison had occupied.Jeff lay back on the pillow and just stared at her for a few minutes. She stared back, a smile of adoration on her face. She was so lovely, and once again she reminded him of an angel, just like their dad called her. It made him feel good to know that she loved him.It also felt nice to be holding her hand like that. It was just a simple gesture, but he enjoyed those little affectionate things she did that told him. I was very embarrassed as we walked through the main lounge. There where lots of guys there and they where all staring at me. Some of them gave wolf whistles. Paul shouted hello to some of them as he escorted me straight through them and up the stairs to his room.We stripped off and made love. Whilst he was doing it to me, I couldn't get the image of all those guys downstairs out of my mind. Did they know what we where doing up here? They must have known, that's probably why they where. Me: I can’t help it, auntie. You are really amazing.Aunt: Well, it’s all going to waste.Me: That’s what I’m saying aunt, it doesn’t have to.I slowly put my other hand over my hard dick. She looked down but didn’t say anything. I then slowly grabbed her hand and placed it over my dick. And then slowly said:Me: You can have this, auntie. You can be happy and satisfied.She didn’t reply. But she also didn’t take her hand away from my dick. She kept looking down at it, slowly caressing. A moment.