We'd talked as part of the group but never on our own.At the end of the first week we went to some huge club in the middle of nowhere and long before ...he ecstasy entered my system I promised myself that I'd strike up some kind of conversation with Karen. There I was chatting to complete strangers with no problem but I still couldn't even get started with the one person I really wanted to talk to. My chance, it seemed, had come. I saw Karen go off on her own, I waited for a bit and then followed. When I accidentally rubbed them together they were slick with moisture.At first I tried to tell myself it was perspiration. Nervous sweat.But when I became aware of the clamminess of my panties I could no longer ignore the truth. My cunt was soaking wet.Without consciously willing it, I had become hopelessly turned on! "Is there anything wrong?" Jason asked with his usual aura of understanding."I... I'm afraid I got away from the questionnaire," I tried to divert his attention from my sopping. But I was certain to never let her know my utter and total lust for her. I graduated and Aunty got a new job. We moved to Delhi and Aunty bought a really nice house - her new job as General Manager at an MNC paid through the nose for her talents. I decided to take a year of before going to college. In reality, I didn't want to be away from Aunty. I was infatuated with her. Luckily, Aunty had no problem with my idea, and she even said that a year off was a good idea - it would give me time. She nodded yes, and reached out gingerly, and touched my dick through my shorts. I must have responded with a groan or a moan because she pulled back quickly and asked if I was ok. I could only shake my head up and down.Then she asked why I was “playing” with myself at the pond. I told her that I had to because if I didn’t it would hurt later. That’s when I asked the question and got the most surprising answer of my young teenage life. “Have you ever played with yourself?” Bren looked away and.