When I was young my aunty (my father’s younger sister) who was unmarried at that time. She had sexual relation with we used to sleep together on a s...ngle bed because I was the only male child in my family I am pet of everyone and she used to put my hand in her pussy which was hairy and I used to rub it. In mean time I was taken a Private tuition sir used to come my house I have a study room where I used to study. My tuition sir used to put my hand in his Lund and ask me to rub it and I used to. I was in awe. No, not at the sight of that body. I was in awe of that kiss and how this man had gone from one extreme to the other.He had gone from; I'm going to end you right here and now! To suddenly the softest, most gentle person I had ever met. But, again, my emotions and sensations were off the charts. As I heard the water come back on in the shower, I was still frozen."What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with you? Get the fuck out of here!" I was badgering myself in a. They insisted that they must "repay" me for my efforts on their behalf and before I realized it I was sandwiched in between them with my Agnes watching in disbelief as they pressed their heated slits to my hand and cock. Even the squires were surprised at the drunken behavior of the women of God and they went to find suitable candidates to keep them entertained as well. Apparently, the order in the unofficial "convent" was loosely constituted and they allowed such conduct as normal for members. “Come on, go that way.” We did, and when we heard rustling we dived off the track and hid under a fallen tree.“Shit, it’s muddy here.” I whispered then we watched Ben slowly walking along, looking every which way as he went.When he was out of sight we got up and looked at each other and nearly laughed, our fronts and backs were about 50 percent covered in mud.“Well at least it will make us harder to see.” Beaver whispered.We walked on looking for more places to hide. It was harder for us.