She strode across the floor, not breaking step as she returned the items to the counter and made straight out the exit without glancing back to see if...I was with her. I wasn’t too sure what to say or how to react and didn’t get much of a chance to try until she stopped walking about fifteen minutes later. By that time we were quite a distance from the shop or any of the streets we had been browsing in. She’d stopped on a little footbridge looking down on a path and park below with a small lake. She says she wants to take me home with her. She says I have balls. Yeah, and I show ‘em to everybody. She says if it was up to her I’d win the competition but she says there’s no way she can put me through to the next round. She says there’s no way she can put a naked boy showing off his erection through to the next round. “I know. I’m only doing it for a bit of fun.” I just want to stand there naked showing my stiff dick to the judges and the audience. The older judge who’s pressed his. Does he see this?****I'm always kind of itchy when I travel; up at dawn, if not before.Can't sit still. What I'll tell you is this: A new world to explore,new things to see, I never can resist. But really, it is this: by themorning, the questions -- must you? Did you really need to? Do you wantthis? -- Are just too much. I need to take my things off. Need tobathe. Need daylight.And so, to empty streets washed yellow in the morning sun, warm now,promising hot. I ambled -- it was just the right. While stroking her ass and back I tried to take stock of all that had just transpired. I had just experienced a dream come true. Out of the blue I had lost my virginity to someone I had no clue had feelings for me.I was still buried all the way in my aunt’s sweet pussy. My penis had never really gone soft. I was marveling at the feel of a warm, moist vagina squeezing it tight when my aunt said, “God, Bill, I’ve never felt you fill me so fully!”Oh, shit! She thought I was my brother. We are.