I was going mad about my aunt. I went back and slept on the bed. My cock was hard and paining as my cocks was touching with my underwear. Again I thou...ht of how to squeeze those huge boobs of my aunt.Thinking so I called my aunt and told that my backbone area is paining so please apply move and I will relax. She brought me and applied over my back suddenly I caught hold of her and took her hand to my dick. She could not speak after that and I told this is my dick how is it. She replied that. The bleachers are almost clear now, and evening is drawing in. Ginny takes a call and motions me to follow her back downstairs. We’re back in the hallway. Sweat. Testosterone. Now the noises are different. Laughter, singing, chanting. There’s a chart-topper playing. The sounds of all-out celebration. Relieved celebration. Release. I can also hear the unmistakeable noise of water running. Shit – are they showering? “Ready honey?” asks Ginny. “Wait, it sounds like they’re still taking. Anyway after afew days I kind of stopped worrying about it for the most part because Ijust got used to it and by the time Christmas Eve came it had been likeabout nine or maybe ten days and I wasn't really thinking about it muchanymore. The were a couple of presents under the tree for me and a couplefrom me to my Mom and that was about it and we both went to bed earlythat night.So I got up Christmas morning and went downstairs to start breakfast andI looked at at the tree and there were piles. ‘How is Joanna, now?’ I asked. ‘Oh, she is getting on really well. Her leg is in plaster but she can get about on crutches and spent the Christmas holiday with Mum and Dad and me at Maidenhead. We thought that that was the best thing until she could manage things for herself more.’ She smiled, ‘Jo is actually one of the reasons I am here…..one of the favours concerns her.’ ‘OK,’ I said, ‘fire away.’ ‘Well!’ she started, ‘I drove her back to her mother’s place, this afternoon, she is going to.