"Hey, don't do that - I can't concentrate as it is," he said, desperately trying to contain his thoughts and steer his mind away from the growing erec...ion that his swimming trunks were failing to contain, let alone hide.Kate giggled again, "What's the matter? Getting too hot? You're going pink in the sun!" She laughed, running her toes up the inside of his thigh. She reached the top and brushed her big toe over the lump that was visibly forming. "My - what's this, I wonder?"She moved forwards. They owned a wonderful art deco beach house in Brighton, with incredible sea views. I had my own beautiful room with a balcony which they told me it was mine for as long as I wanted, but the focus of our lives and loves was the playroom, the first of its kind I had ever seen. It wasn't a dungeon of the type that has become popular. It was a sensual room rather than a torture chamber, softly lit and draped, with a fantastic sound system, and old wooden chests and blanket boxes which opened to. I told her she hadvery nice legs. "Would you like to touch them?". My heart sank. "Your dad wouldkill me if I did anything with you". "He isn't here and won't be back for at leasthalf an hour. I'd like you to eat my pussy". Holy shit I thought. I got up andwalked over to her and sat down on the sofa next to her. I put my hand on her legand slid it slowly upwards. She parted her legs and I placed my hand on her mound.Her panties were wet. I leaned over and kissed her on the neck and kept rubbing. Aunt Winnie and Uncle Charles were a devoted couple though sadly childless due to Uncle Charles's infertility. They lived a comfortable life in the country earning a good living from freelance writing and shrewd and successful share dealing. My childhood and early school years were uneventful till at the age of 14 Aunt Win died from cancer. Two years previous she'd had a double mastectomy and it was hoped that the cancer had been excised but she developed secondaries in her lymph glands and.