Vo boli ki bout armi hai to mai change karke aati hoon unhone salwar kammez pehen rakhi thi.Vo hall ke sath wale kamre mai gai aur darwaza aaram se ba...d kia par darwaza poori tarah se band nhi tha. To vo shishe mai se dikh rhi thi unhone kameez nikali aur bra mai bout hot lag rhi thi. Unhone salwar ke saath ek loose nightie pehen li aur mere sath sofe par baith gayi aur unke thode thode chooche dikh rha the yeh dekhkar mera lund khada ho gaya.Thodi der maine kha ki aunty ab mai ghar chalta hoon. The altar! He rested his forehead against its smooth coolness, seeking again oneness with the universe."Ahh!" His cry was almost one of pain. Within his mind he sloughed off lingering traces of foulness, of disorder and distortion. This altar had been defiled! With fingers that trembled he fumbled within his belt pouch, bringing out a tiny wooden case bound with leather and brass. It opened to the pressure of his fingers and the power of a whispered Word. He reverently drew forth a miniature. Finally moving your gaze to the monitor, you are truly shocked to see the picture there. You glance back down and see me still slowly stroking and rubbing my finger over the fat flange of my rock hard pole and know that I am working myself very near to orgasm. My moans are soft but becoming more frequent as the tempo of my hand movements increase.You look back at the monitor to double check what you thought you saw. As you listen to me coax my balls closer and closer to forcing their load out. Stanford is an incredibly expensiveschool, but worth every penny. A diploma from Stanford is like money inthe bank, it opens doors like you can't believe.I guess I should talk about boy problems. I'm still not allowed to date,unless I double with someone I know, like, Melisa. This is her last yearin high school and she still drives me to school. Since Kurt went away toschool I haven't dated anyway so dating hasn't been a problem. For somereason no one has asked me out and for some reason it.