Meanwhile I and Tara Aunty also became good friends. Wherever she used to go, she used to take me. After spending sometime with the Tara Aunty i becam... attracted to her and soon I started developing crush on her and i was masturbating thinking of her every time.While spending time i used touch her parts unnoticingly and Tara Aunty also used to not tell anything. Whenever Krishna Uncle goes anywhere(to village or to any other place for work purposes) Tara Aunty used to call me to sleep in her. Swift River was famous for its ironic name; it was only swift as it passed over the dam in the middle of town. Upstream, it was renowned for the many twists and turns in its path, as it meandered through the farmland all around. By unspoken decree, all the farmers encouraged trees to grow deeply on both banks, and the little preserve that sprung up there included a large contingent of deer, plus all manner of birds and reptiles.The numerous oxbows afforded privacy all along the length of the. “Excuse me?” You ask and she claps her hands together and heads around you and a pile of costumes to a rack situated near the front door.“You can be Bo Peep, you know, Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep.” The lady says over her shoulder at you and you frown.“Isn’t that a woman’s costume?” You ask. She waves a hand as she shifts through the costumes on the rack.“Think of how funny it would be, I would bet you could win a contest if you went as Bo Peep.” She says.You think it odd that she. She could feel the approval in his eyes. This was one of his tests, she knew. One that she desperately wanted to pass. Passing the test meant his approval ... he would say Those Words. She wanted - needed to hear that again.She knew it was coming: soon the shiny steel cap of the phallus would nestle against her cervix, and the electric shock would come. She dropped lower ... THERE. An arc of energy tingled from her cervix throughout her sex. The metal tipped nubs extended from their position.