As a teenager accustomed to regular masturbation I instinctively started to stroke myself and soon felt my sap beginning to rise. Aunt Joan’s head w...s now bobbing up and down on my glans with increasing tempo. I was already teetering on the edge of orgasm when Aunt Joan suddenly stretched out her arms and found my erect nipples with her fingers. I groaned loudly as I felt that familiar pulsing deep in my groin.‘Aunt Joan! … I’m going to cum! … Ooh Aunt Joan I’m going to cum in your … Not. As heexploded in me, his cum made me cry out as the hotjisam flooded my cunt. . “YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MOMMY! SHOOT THAT CUM TO ME!”I was saying as he kept pumping his hot cum to mythrobbing pussy, “Oh, YES! FILL ME WITH THAT HOT CUM!FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR HORSE CUM!”And fill me, he did! He must have shot over a gallon ofhot horse cum to my aching cunt as it flowed out of me,around his huge cock buried so deep in my pussy. Hejust kept cumming in me, filling my pussy. “Faoril,” Chaun groaned. “Oh, you hungry, cock-sucking mage. Oh, damn, drink my cum.”I tried to block out his voice, followed a moment later by Thrak’s bellowing grunts as he unloaded into Faoril’s mouth. I pulled and pinched my nipples, twisting my pink nubs. I pulled on them, savoring the pain.My orgasm built in me. Hot and amazing. Xandra’s tongue fluttered harder on my clit, flicking over and over before she sucked on it. I bucked, my pussy clenching on her fingers as they pumped so deep. So it was, that in early October 1964 I w ished my Uncle goodbye at Snow Hill Station, under a giant, internally illuminated sign for HP Sauce, which at that time, was made in Aston, Birmingham, which would fill that part of the city centre with the delicious aroma of boiling HP fruit sauce.The journey by a steam-powered Snow Hill to Paddington express was a doddle, and getting across London to Heathrow Airport via the Tube was not as difficult as I’d feared, although I’d only ever been to.