In fact, he was endeavouring to remove his trousers with his spare hand. The only stroke he was going to have was of Jenny's blond pussy and he was ma...ing the most of the opportunity. With his trousers around his knees, his grey (they were once white but had discoloured in the wash) Y front underpants sporting the tell tale bulge of his erection."You like my fingers, do you?" he asked. Jenny shook her head, her eyes closed again."No. Please stop" she begged. Suddenly Charlie stopped, his. We both had our dinner.Aunty went to kitchen to clean the vessels I was watching T. V. Aftercompleting the work she came to the hall to join me. She also brought some cardsto play. I told I am not in mood to play but she told the rules of the game andI agreed. It was like that you ever loose the game should remove one piece oftheir cloth I thought it will be exciting. The game started I losed my firstgame so I removed my shirt. Then again I lost the game I removed my banyan. Thenthis time aunty. Her eyes opened with the realisation that the thought, the idea, the reality of ignoring his needs was exciting her. This was an alien feeling. As her fingers expertly continued their dance on her sex she explored this new feeling in her mind. She had certainly denied Ian on occasion in the past, but it had never felt like this. Here she was, deliberately ignoring his needs, whilst satisfying her own, and it was fuelling her decadence. She was getting increased pleasure because she was denying. Just entering the trail I would begin to undo my pants as I walked. Just a few feet in I’d take them off, usually throwing them over my shoulder. I always wore pants as a teen. I was extremely thin during that time, so to hide how scrawny I was. I wore pants and a jacket almost everywhere. The jacket would be the next to come off, so I would be walking in a t-shirt, underwear, and my sneakers. Depending on my mood I’d find a place to sit and play. Wearing so little outdoors, my cock would be.