I was pulling at my nipples now in ecstasy. He shoved his tongue as far into my cunt hole as he could like he was trying to lap up every drop of m...isture I produced…which was a lot. I could feel my juices and his saliva slowly dripping down my ass crack. In the distance I heard two car doors close and footsteps approach, but never looked up and to my surprise I suddenly felt a set of cold hands grab my tits roughly and kneed them like dough. I looked up instantly to. My mom has never seen me blushing like the way i was blushing then. So she might have thought that something is wrong. Either ways, every thing seemed normal and life was moving as usual.Then the very next day aunty came to my house to meet my mom. She said that her husband would be out of town for a period of 1 week. So she wants me to sleep in her house during that 1 week period. Not because she is scared or something, just for the company. The only thing was that my mom actually didn’t knew,. Now before you judge me, there’s a few things you need to understand. First, Dad and I never exactly got on like a house on fire. He was the CIO of a large hedge fund which meant that he wasn’t around much. He travelled to Europe regularly and commuted during the week to Manhattan for meetings.When he was home, he was either at the office working late or in his study with the door firmly shut. I tended not to see him except at breakfast or dinner, and then, the conversation was largely. Although Mrs. Sharma was quite capable of conceiving but because of some other problem the doctors had advised her to avoid pregnancy as childbirth could be fatal to her. Being childless, they loved me very dearly. I also liked them and spent most of my time in their house.At fourteen I was not big built. I was 4' 9", slim with long black hair. I attended a local convent school. My boobs were quite small as compared to other girls of my age in my class. I did not need to wear a bra. I thought.