“Wasn’t it fun?” she asked me.“It was”, I said, because I didn’t have words to say how I felt.“My God, look at that thing, how can you c...ntrol yourself with such think in your pants for so long time?”“You are doing it aunt….I am not able to control it a bit”, I said.“And you sure kept controlling yourself for a long time”, she smiled, and I nodded as if to say YES.“Ohh Arun, you are so good to me. Come here”I just walked to her.“Will you show me that thing?” she asked me straight, looking at my. I am fair myself. She gave me compliment that I do not look like Indian. I did not like it as she commented about my country but than she explained that I meant that you are so fair and look like one of us and apologize to me. We had a laugh on it. She is not thin and not chubby. I love chubby women. You can say a perfect women. Good height and her stats are I think 34 28 34. She was alone and told that her group has gone to visit North India but she stayed here as she wanted to complete the. I just left it there for a moment, then began moving my hand slightly.Kimmy was still in the middle of her monologue and I knew this could go on for a while. My hand was now stroking, but I tried no to move my arm too much. I solved this issue by moving a roll of paper towel directly in front of my arm. She didn't question it. With her still oblivious, I went to the next step: I carefully undid my pants and slid my hand inside. I put on a new movie (also a bukkake one; I knew anal would make me. Then one day after about a month of being there, they decided to move me downstairs for awhile cause they were going to remodel upstairs to make the rooms better and put new carpet in. So now I had to share a bathroom with the two boys who bunked together in one room. It was a jack and jill bathroom that had a door on each side leading to each bedroom. I still had my privacy though and continued to masturbate at night. I was sooo horny though and started to get curious when I heard the boys.