"You certainly are full of surprises," she said.I felt the familiar tingles of an experienced probe, but her experience hadn't ever encountered one of...my mother's shields."Sorry," she said when she realized what she was doing. "I wasn't thinking... " That's okay. I know how easy it is to get used to doing it," I said, canceling the probe I had been unconsciously preparing. "So what's wrong? You look like you haven't slept in a week." That's because I haven't... Why were you so... concerned. What was going through his slow brain I wondered. “Or maybe it was just God and Jesus playing catch with a shiny ball.”“Huh?” I shot him a quizzical look.“You know, like a father and son at a picnic.” Ben looked over at me with a serious expression until he could no longer hold it. Soon a big smirk formed and the two of us started laughing out loud.Sadly this triggered another coughing fit and poor Ben hacked for several minutes before finally spitting up some green gunk.“Sorry for putting you. It wasn't long before you were as ready as I was. Together, we rode the waves of passion until we crested. While you filled me with your pleasure, I felt the tides of our excitement wash me away.Outside, the taxi honked and you realized you were late. You quickly grabbed fresh clothes from the closet rather than searching for the ones you had scattered around the room. You raced out the door, carrying your shoes and socks in your hands. Afterwards, I picked up your clothes and tossed them into. She was sex starved and I too was ever eager to have fun with her. Our neighbors were a Mallu family consisting of husband, wife and a son. Their son was five years younger to me and a good friend of mine. Our families were very close. They had been our neighbors for 12 years and I had practically grown up in front of them. The aunty’s name was Sarla. She was around 38 years and she treated me like her son.I never had any wrong or sexual intentions about her as I too used to look up to her like.